“What do you think he meant to do?”
The question came from Ralph.
“It’s my opinion that he deliberately tried to get between me and the wall of the cliff and force me off the trail.”
“Gracious! You might have been killed.”
“Not much doubt that I’d have been badly injured, anyway. But Shorty miscalculated, and where I left the trail was further on and not so far to fall.”
“Why don’t you tell Captain Atkinson?”
“Why, I have nothing to prove that Shorty’s pony really didn’t get beyond his control.”
“Then you suspect that it was not really running away, but that he made it appear that he was unable to manage it?”
“That’s it exactly. However, let’s join the men. If I get a chance I want to examine Shorty’s horse.”
“What’s the idea in that?” asked Walt.