“No, it ain’t!” answered that one with a sudden flare-up of courage.
“Then whose horse is it?”
“It belongs to Larkin an’ Smith an’ me.”
“Of course. But why did you bring him to Paradise Park?”
“To sell him.”
“To whom, please?”
Raley, caught in the trap, looked appealingly toward Smith, but got no help from him.
“To whom?” repeated Haig sharply.
“To you––if you wanted him!” Raley blurted out at last.
“If I wanted him!” retorted Haig ironically. “I bargained for him with you, didn’t I?”