“No, by God!” he muttered. “I ain’t lettin’ go.”
He turned to Hanky.
“You gotta hoss, Hank?”
“Sure!”
“Will you loan him to me for an hour or two? I’ll take care of him. I’m strong on hosses.”
“She’s yourn,” replied Hanky. “Come right along and I’ll fix you up. She’s stabled at Dan’s place.”
Ten minutes later Jim was mounted on the big black mare. He waved his hand to Hanky and went up the street like a streak of lightning.