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Ben scratched behind one ear. "Did you look in his pack, Henry?"

"Yeah."

"What’d you find?"

"Food and water," the coroner admitted.
D’Orr said abruptly, "It seems obvious that the poor fellow went insane."

"Crazy or not," said Ben, "he had food."

"When people go crazy, they get strange ideas." D’Orr shrugged. "This poor devil must have got the
insane idea he did not have food or water in his pack."

Ben rolled a cigarette, did not say anything.

"I guess that’s it," the coroner said.

Ben licked the cigarette, lighted it, frowned at the dying match. He did not recall ever having seen a crazy
man. Cowmen were always claiming sheepherders were crazy, but of course they weren’t. Ben did not
believe a man could get so crazy he would die of thirst and starvation when he had food and water in the
pack on his back.

"Any of you ever hear of a man named Doc Savage?" Ben asked.

McCain stared at Ben steadily. He did not speak.



NO one said anything. But after a while, McCain accosted Ben Duck out of earshot of the others. "Why
are you interested in Doc Savage?" McCain asked.

"Oh, I was just curious," Ben said.

"He connected with this thing?"

Ben countered, "Do you know him?"

"I’ve heard of him," McCain admitted.

"What have you heard about Doc Savage?" Ben asked.

McCain’s strangely pale face was inscrutable under his white hair. He said, "I don’t recall."

Ben eyed the man. More than ever, he was convinced there was something strange about McCain.
"Kinda seems," Ben said, "that neither one of us has much to tell the other one."

McCain hesitated. "Does look that way," he said. Then he walked away.

The sheriff and the coroner had borrowed a new buckboard from the Broken Circle. Ben helped them