The chief deputy struck a match and stooped. "We got the wrong man," he called to his companions.
"It's Bull Malvey," said one of the deputies as the match flickered out. "I knew him in Phoenix."
"Heard of him. He was a wild one," said another deputy.
"Comin' and goin'! One of The Spider's bunch, and a hoss-thief right! I reckon we done a good job."
"He went for his gun," said the chief.
"We had him covered from the start," asserted a deputy. "He sure won't steal no more hosses."
"Catch up his cayuse," commanded the chief deputy.
Two of them, after a hard ride, finally put Blue Smoke within reach of a rope. He was led back to where Malvey lay.
"Concho brand!" exclaimed the chief.
"Young Pete's horse," asserted another.