The dreamy, abstracted expression was back. The inspector, by-the-way,didn't know much about timber, but he had a great deal of instinct, andwent by it when in doubt.。， "Gone to Black's shanty. One of Mrs. Palmer's sons thought he rememberedsomeone saying that Doc. Wild was there last week. That's fifteen milesaway."
"It didn't seem all right at all--it worried me a lot. I couldn't makeout how Dave kept dry; and the horse and saddle and saddle-cloth waswet. I told the chaps how he talked to me and what he said, and how heswore at the horse; but they only said it was Dave's ghost and nobodyelse's. I told 'em about him bein' dry as a bone after gettin' caught inthat storm; but they only laughed and said it was a dry place where Davewent to. I talked and argued about it until the chaps began to tap theirforeheads and wink--then I left off talking. But I didn't leave offthinkin'--I always hated a mystery. Even Dave's father told me that Davecouldn't be alive or else his ghost wouldn't be round--he said he knewDave better than that. One or two fellers did turn up afterwards thathad seen Dave about the time that I did--and then the chaps said theywas sure that Dave was dead.。，
Here the revolver was produced and pointed at Doc. Wild's head. Thesight of the weapon had a sobering effect upon the doctor. He rose,looked at Peter critically for a moment, knocked the weapon out of hishand, and said slowly and deliberately:。， "Do what for, you fool?" enquired Dave.