"All I had to do was look."
"What'd ya look at?"
Jeff answered contemptuously, "I wouldn't expect any of you to think
that far, but the bullet went clear through Johnny. There are enough
trees and shrubs around so that it had to nick one of them. It's easy to
figure the angle it came from."
Jeff held his breath. He himself had not thought of this until now, but
it had to be right. Johnny Blazer was a woodsman. If whoever shot him
had been in the open, Johnny would have seen him. Because he was
unarmed, he probably would have died anyhow. But he would have died in
the brush for he would at least have tried to escape.
Slow-thinking Dabb digested Jeff's statement and spoke solemnly. "Hit's
right, Barr. None among us thought to look."