The man pointed to the ponies, and Mark gazed at his cousin and whispered, “I say, I think I have seen this fellow before.”
“Hanging about that dealer’s yard?”
“Yes.”
“I am sure I did,” whispered Dean, as the man turned from them to check the wandering of another of the ponies.
“Dean,” said Mark, “I have got an idea.”
“Let’s have it.”
“That chap has come to steal our ponies.”
“Bother!” cried Dean contemptuously. “When did you say you came?”
“Last—night,” said the man.
“Here, I say, you, sir,” cried Mark. “Did you say you came here last night to look after our ponies?”