"Donoghue you can never get now," said Apache Kid. "He will be saved the trouble of putting up a defence. But won't you bring in your men?"
"Is that your hoss along there on the hill under that big tree?" said the sheriff.
"That," said Apache Kid, "was Canlan's horse, I believe."
The sheriff hummed to himself.
"So," he said quietly, "just so. There ain't any chance o' Canlan dropping in here, is there?"
"None whatever," said Apache Kid, calmly.
"So," said the sheriff. "Well, I guess them pinto broncs of ours can do very well under that tree. That bronc of Canlan's seemed some lonesome. Seemed kind o' chirped up to see others o' his species. They 'll do very well there till we get dried a bit."
He looked again at me and shook his head mournfully.
"You look kind of sick," he said, "but it's all right. Don't worry. You 'll only be in as a witness."
"Witness for what?" I asked.