"I don't know," said Carter, weakly, sinking back against the tree.
"I'm sick. Get me some whisky."
"Wake up!" said Sandy, shaking him roughly. "This is Kilday--Sandy
Kilday."
Carter's eyes were still closed, but his lip curled contemptuously.
"_Mr._ Kilday," he said, and smiled scornfully. "The least said about
_Mr._ Kilday the better."
Sandy laid a heavy hand on his shoulder.
"Nelson, listen! Do you remember going out to the Junction with
Annette Fenton?"
"That's nobody's business but mine. I'll shoot the--"
"Do you remember coming home on the train?"
Carter's stupid, heavy eyes were on Sandy now, and he was evidently
trying to understand what he was saying. "Home on the train? Yes; I
came home on train."
"And afterward?" demanded Sandy, kneeling before him and looking
intently in his eyes.
"Gus Heyser's saloon, and then--"
"And then?" repeated Sandy.
Carter shook his head and looked about him bewildered.
"Where am I now I What did you bring me here for?"
"Look me straight, Nelson," said Sandy. "Don't you move your eyes. You
left Gus Heyser's and came out the pike to the Hollis farm, didn't
you?"
"Hollis farm?" Carter repeated vaguely. "No; I didn't go there."
"You went up to the window and waited.
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