The dust had blown away, disclosing the surprised face of Bug Eye Wilson.
“I shore didn’t know you was here,â€� he said to Nell and Ethel, with an embarrassed grin. “I wouldn’t have talked like that if I’d knowed ladies was around. I don’t never do such things. But this hopper-necked, sawed off, lead mule—pardon me, ma’am! I forgot!â€�
Nell and Ethel were doing their best to preserve straight faces, but the task was almost too much for them. Ethel had to press a handkerchief to her mouth, while her eyes watered with strangled mirth.
“You’re—you’re late, aren’t you?â€� Nell asked, trying to control her voice.
“Yes, ma’am. Got a puncture. Had to put on a new tire. Then this—this—well, ma’am, you know what I mean!â€�
“Yes, I guess I do,� Nell answered faintly. “But I’m glad you came. Mr. Manley’s horses have been stolen, and he and Roy and Teddy are going to ride back with us.�
“Hey! What’s that?� Bug Eye turned swiftly toward the ranchman, the grin fading suddenly from his face. “Broncs gone, honest?�
“Sure have gone,� answered Mr. Manley laconically. “Hooked. Rustled. Stolen. Whatever you’ve a mind to call it. And right off the main street of Eagles!� he added bitterly.
Of a sudden, he turned and walked rapidly down the street.
“What’s the game, Dad?� asked Roy, not quite able to account for his father’s action.