Gramont leaped from the car and strode forward.
"What's been going on here?" he demanded, sharply. "Hammond"
"I found a dead man over in them bushes," shot out Hammond, "and these guys jumped me before I seen 'em. They claim I done it"
"A dead man!" repeated Gramont, and looked at the three. "What do you mean?"
"Give him the spiel, Chacherre," growled one of them. Ben Chacherre stepped forward, his bold eyes fastened on those of Gramont with a look of defiance.
"The sheriff was here some time ago, looking for a stolen boat," he said, "and went off toward the Ledanois place. We were following, in order to help him search, when we came upon this man standing in the bushes, over the body of the sheriff. A knife was in his hand, and the sheriff had been stabbed to death. He drew a pistol and shot one of us"
Gramont was staggered for a moment. "Wait!" he exclaimed. "Hammond, how much of this is true?"
"What I'm tellin' you, cap'n," answered Hammond, doggedly. "I found a man layin'
