"No, ma'am. Mr. Tenlow 'requisitioned' him. Thought I'd wait till you came along so I could explain."
"Requisitioned my pony! What do you mean?"
"It's this way, Miss Lacharme. That man there in the machine is wanted. He—"
"What has that to do with my pony, please?"
"I guess you know who he is. I figured he was layin' to get away on that pony."
"You want to go back to school, pardner, and learn to figure correct," said Overland, his foot on the accelerator pedal of the throbbing car. "One minus one is nothin'."
"Hold on there!" cried Tenlow, striding forward. Louise stood between the deputy and the car.
"My horse, please," she said quietly. As she spoke the car roared, jumped forward, and shot down the smooth grade of the valley road.
"Now, Mr. Tenlow, I wish you would explain this to me. And then to Uncle Walter. I sent one of our men with a horse. He was to wait for me here. What right have you to interfere with him?"
"I guess I got as much right as you have to interfere with me," said Tenlow sullenly.