"I like that! Maybe he's forgotten I tried to explain things the day he ran me in."
"But you didn't tell him where Jones got his horse. He's going out to-morrow to hunt up Jones and bring him here to prove that those horses are his."
"But they're not. They're mine."
"Yours!" Harry cried, falling back a step.
"That's what this bill of sale is. I bought every one of those colts from Jones."
"But, Rob, where did Jones get Garnett's horse? He never sold it."
"Don't ask me. There comes Pedersen. You'll have to go now."
"And you won't see Garnett? Please, Rob! He's really our friend. Oh, yes, and another thing. I was telling him about that herder, Boykin, and he says my description of him exactly fits a herder of Joyce's named Hunter, who is in jail here. I think Garnett suspects that they are the same man, and he seems to think it may make a lot of difference to us. I don't quite see how, do you?"
Rob's expression changed. "It would make a lot of difference to me to know that Boykin was in the jug."