At the stall Carolyn June sprang from Red John.
Bert was nervously walking about, calling occasionally the name of the missing Quarter Circle KT cowboy.
"Have you found him?" Carolyn June asked as Skinny and Chuck came up behind her.
"No," Bert answered glumly, "he ain't showed up yet! There ain't no signs of him around here."
"What'll we do?" Skinny asked excitedly. "The race is almost ready to start and—do you reckon you could ride the filly, Bert?" he finished with a gleam of hope.
"I doubt it, but, well, I'll try her—if Captain Jack'll let me get her out."
"You boys keep back!" Carolyn June interrupted, stepping to the door of the stall and opening it, "Captain Jack knows me and—I—I—think the filly does, too—I can handle her—" as she stepped boldly inside the compartment with the horses.
"Don't go in there!" Skinny cried, "Car—Carolyn June, they'll kill you!"
"You boys keep away!" she laughed. "And don't get the horses nervous!
They won't hurt me!" she answered, going ahead toward the animals.
Captain Jack looked at her suspiciously an instant