backwoodsman? well, at first i thought he was a city man. broad trail he left, the amateur way he tried to cover it up. but i soon learned better. go ahead. i heard him ahead of me, and then he rode off. live with the indians, judge. takes a pretty good trail man to double back and get behind me, but he did. well, maybe he outsmarted you. maybe he didn't double back at all. -how would he do that? -i don't know. i'm not a trail man, either, but there must be ways. suppose he, um, slapped his horse on ahead and hid in ambush. that horse had a rider on it, well, at any rate, for the present, you must agree that black jack is a near-perfect criminal. makes his robbery, disposes of the posse on his trail, doesn't leave a single clue. i wouldn't say that. criminals always leave clues. he left quite a few. what were they? let's say he smoked cigars, expensive cigars. when i came to, there was still the odor of cigar smoke in the air. but that's not a clue. it was too windy to smoke that day. but believe me, judge, he left clues. i think you're bluf