"I don't know anything about it," rejoined Clark in a more amiable tone, now that he saw that no suspicion attached to him.
"What yer ridin' two on one pony for?" asked Blinky suddenly.
"None of your business," rejoined Clark. "I guess we can ride the way we like."
"Well, I guess so," echoed Hank. "Fine way they interfere with gentlemen's preferences out here in the West."
"You had three ponies when you started out," pursued Blinky, looking at the spurs on Hank's feet, and noting the extra saddle which Clark carried behind him.
"We did not."
"What yer got the extra saddle for, then, and what's he got on spurs for, just ter decorate his handsome figure?"
"Well, I can if I want to, can't I?" demanded Hank.
"We're looking for a stray pony," explained Clark glibly. "That's why we're carrying the saddle—to put on him when we find him. That, too, accounts for the spurs. Anything else you'd like to know?"
"Yes," demanded Merritt, his eyes blazing and his voice shaking with excitement as he stepped forward. "Where did you get Rob Blake's sombrero?"