“You tell me one thing!” demanded Spouter, striding up and catching Brassy by the shoulder. “Did that rascal steal the horses from our ranch?”
“I think he did—in fact, I’m about certain he did. That is, either he or the fellows he’s in league with.”
“Who are those other fellows?”
“Two fellows who just came out here from Chicago named Jillson and Dusenbury and two others from Bimbel’s ranch named Noxley and Jenks. The whole bunch were mixed up with Bimbel some years ago in a shady transaction, and they lit out for quite a while. But now they’re back again.”
“I don’t see why you want to get mixed up with a crowd like that,” was Andy’s comment.
“I didn’t want to get mixed up with ’em,” declared Brassy. “I haven’t had a thing to do with any of ’em except Bud Haddon. Oh, I wish I’d never met that man!” And now Brassy seemed almost on the verge of tears.