“Bought ’im.”
“Where?”
“Right here in Ellenville.”
“From whom?”
Rosencamp hesitated a little. “I don’t rightly know the man’s name,” he said. “A feller ’at had ’im to sell.”
“I know!” piped out a shrill voice from the crowd that had gathered in the room. “It was Callipers, the man that’s been in prison for horse-stealing. I see ’em strike the bargain here on the tow-path yisterday.”
Rosencamp lost something of his bravado. The kindly look disappeared from the face of the superintendent.
“Did you get this horse from Callipers?” he asked severely.
“Well, yes, if that’s what ’is name is,” replied Captain Bill, doggedly.