The girl tugged at his arm. "They had Benton conditioned. They figured that was all they needed. They never dreamed you could match him in a duel."
"You were the little girl," Sutton told her, gravely. "You wore a checkered apron and you kept twisting it as if you might be nervous."
"What in heaven's name are you talking about?"
"Why, I was fishing," Sutton said, "and I had just caught a big one when you came along…"
"You're crazy," said the girl. "You were never fishing."
She pushed open a door and shoved him out and the cool air of night slapped him across the face.
"Wait a second," he cried. He wheeled around and caught the girl's arms roughly in his hands.
"They?" he yelled at her. "What are you talking about? Who are they?"
She stared at him wide-eyed.
"You mean that you don't know?"