“I—I believe it is,” stammered Somers, blinking stupidly. “The rascal must have stolen him while I was asleep. Never mind, Hal; I’ll pay⸺”
“While you was asleep!” Fielding bellowed. “Did you hear that, boys? Asleep! Asleep!”
He climbed back slowly into the saddle and turned his tired horse’s head eastward.
“Back home, boys,” he said wearily, with a disgusted glance at the blinking Somers. “It’s all off. Maybe some time we’ll learn why an all-wise Providence created greasers, sheepmen and tenderfeet.”
Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in the February 1906 issue of The Popular Magazine.