“Yes.”
“Well, we won’t discuss it now,” said the cowman. “Let’s go back to the ranch house and get something to eat. I have an extra horse here, Larkin, if you care to ride.”
“I don’t care to, thanks,” answered Bud dryly. “Since you have ruined me, you will do me a favor by letting me go.”
“I allow I’d like to do you a favor,” rejoined Bissell with equal courtesy, “but I’ve got to find out about them rustlers. We won’t keep yuh long.”
“Come on, get up on that horse,” said the voice of Stelton close beside him, and Bud turned to look into the long barrel of the foreman’s gun that was stuck under his nose.
Trembling with suppressed fury, he did as he was told, but on the ten-mile ride to the Bar T ranch said nothing, and only revolved in his mind one question: How did Stelton know he had been with the rustlers before Julie had said anything about them?