“Guess I’ll never know,” he commented grimly. “But how could it be that rustler when he’s over in Hawley playing solitaire in a cell? My eyes must be doing tricks.”
Star whinnied softly, recalling Roy from his reverie.
“Thanks, baby,” the boy said with a little chuckle. “You’re a grand little alarm-clock, I’ll tell a maverick! Let’s be going.”
With the disappearance of the strange horseman, Roy’s mind reverted to Teddy with a sickening fear. A frown came to his face and he chirped to Star, who was moving restlessly forward. With a jump the pony went into a gallop.
“Hey, you!” came a sudden call.
Roy jerked his head around in amazement.
“Where you bound for? Eagles, to get the evenin’ mail?”
“Nick!”
“Why not?”
A puncher rode into the open and approached Roy. His tanned face wore a broad grin.