"No, sir. I can't seem to remember it. Sure
it ain't some one else you're thinking about? Howcome you to fix on me
as one of the bold, bad bandits?"
"Because you had not sense enough to cover your tracks. You might just
as well have left a note saying you did it. First, you come to town and
buy one of the fastest dog teams in Alaska. Why?"
"That's an easy one. I bought that team to win the Alaska Sweepstakes
from you. And I'm goin' to do it. The team wasn't handled right or it
would have won last time. I got to millin' it over and figured that old
Gid Holt was the dog puncher that could land those huskies in front.
See?"
"You bought it to make your getaway after the robbery," retorted
Macdonald.
"It's a difference of opinion makes horse-races. What else have you got
against us?"
"We found in your room one of the sacks that had held the gold you took
from the bank."
"That's right. I took it from the bank in the afternoon, where I had had
it on deposit, to pay for the team I bought. Milton's books will show
that. But you didn't find any sack I took when your bank was robbed--if
it was robbed," added the old man significantly.
"Of course, I knew you would have an alibi.
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