"It's—Canby!" Wallie exclaimed.
"Nobody else! Watch him," incredulously, "tryin' to quirt his horse across the crick!"
"Isn't it the ford?"
"I should say not! It looks like the place but it ain't—he's mixed—he'll be in a jack-pot quick if he don't back out. Onct his horse stumbles it'll never git its feet in there."
They rode close enough to hear Canby cursing as he whipped.
"Look at him punish the poor brute! See him use that quirt and cut him with his spurs! Say, that makes me sick to see a good horse abused!" Pinkey cried, indignantly.
Wallie said nothing but watched with hard, narrowed eyes.
"I s'pose I'd oughta yell and warn him," finally Pinkey said, reluctantly.
"You let out a yip and I'll slat you across the face!"
Pinkey stared at the words—at Wallie's voice—at an expression he never had seen before.