"It might be that you are related to him?"
"No."
"That's a nice hoss you've been riding."
"I find him so," answered Dick shortly. He did not fancy the appearance of the man who was speaking to him.
"Looks something like a horse was here yesterday and the day before," continued the man, following Dick up. "I reckon you remember him?"
Dick did remember, for the horse had been ridden by James Monday.
"By the way, who was your friend?" added the man with assumed carelessness, but eying Dick closely.
"I can't tell you anything about him," was the sharp answer. "Have you a horse here?" continued Dick, to change the subject.
"Certainly. Then you didn't know the man?"
"Oh, I met him once or twice, years ago—when he was in business up in New York." And without waiting to be questioned further, Dick walked out of the stable. The man eyed him as closely as he had the government detective the day previous.