“Talkin’ to yourself like that.”
“Oh! I was just wonderin’ why he took him.”
“Who took him?”
“Jerry—you know—one of the boys. He rode off on Go Some and left his own pony. Mistake, I reckon, but it’s like to be a bad one for him. You know Go Some.”
“I should say I did! Don’t care for his acquaintance, either.”
“Well, think of that tenderfoot lad on him. Gimp has rid off trying to catch him. Maybe if you was to——”
“No thank you! I’ve got something else to do besides going to the rescue of thick-headed tenderfeet.”
“But Jerry made a mistake I tell you! He took Go Some thinking he was his own pony. Must have been tethered where he left his mount, though I don’t see how that could be, as Go Some is never fastened with the saddle ponies any more.”
Hinkee Dee said nothing as he strode away, but there was no look of concern on his face as there was on the countenance of the foreman.
“What’s the matter with your pony, Jerry?” asked Bob as he and Ned rode beside their tall chum.