They had gone only a hundred yards when Custer pulled up the Apache and dismounted.
“I thought so,” he said, looking at the horse’s off forefoot. “He’s pulled that shoe again. He must have done it in the corral, for it was on when I put him in last night. You folks go ahead. I’ll go back and saddle Baldy.”
The stableman was still there, and helped him.
“That was a new shoe,” Custer said. “Look about the corral and the box, and see if you can find it. You can tack it back on.”
Then he swung to Baldy’s back and cantered off after the others.
A deputy sheriff came from the village of Ganado before they returned from their ride, and went up the cañon to take charge of Crumb’s body and investigate the scene of the crime.
Eva was still in bed when they were called to breakfast. They insisted upon Shannon’s remaining, and the four were passing along the arcade past Eva’s room.
“I think I’ll go in and waken her,” said Mrs. Pennington. “She doesn’t like to sleep so late.”
The others passed into the living room, and were walking toward the dining room when they were startled by a scream.
“Custer! Custer!” Mrs. Pennington called to her husband.