"In Number Five!"
"Shore. Frenchy, th' son-o'-a-gun, had three of 'em hid over th' windy," Johnny explained. "I hooked 'em."
"So I reckoned; did you take 'em all?"
"Was you going up?"
"No; but did you?"
"Well, I looked good, but I didn't see none to leave."
"You wait till he finds it out," Hopalong warned.
"He won't do nothing," assured Johnny, easily. "Anyhow, yo're as guilty as me. He ain't got no right to cache cigars when we can't get to town for any. Besides, he's afraid of me."
"Scared of you! Oh, Lord, that's good!"
"Quit fooling an' get started," Johnny said, kicking his friend's horse.