“I don’t know as it’s any of your business, unless you’re in on the game,” spoke a dark-complexioned cowboy, who seemed to be the leader.
“What game?” asked the miner.
“Stealing horses,” was the reply.
“Who’s stolen any nags around here?” demanded Nestor.
“That bald-headed galoot!” exclaimed the cowboy. “We want him for taking that pony he was riding. It belongs to One-Eyed Pete.”
“He never stole that!” exclaimed Jerry.
“He didn’t, eh? Well, he can tell that to Judge Lynch. There’s only one thing happens to horse thieves in this country.”
“Swing him up!” yelled the cowboys, yanking Professor Snodgrass to his feet.