"Murphy, what are you doing here, making a fool of yourself at this hour? Don't you know you're due at the gravel pit in less than two hours? That fill-in commences to-day—no matter what's happened."
But Murphy was already far up the grade, brandishing his shillalah and shouting at the top of his voice:
"'Uggins! 'Uggins! I'm coming."
CHAPTER XXXI
BLUE PETE RETURNS
Inspector Barker drummed on his desk.
"Bert, of the 3-bar-Y, has turned up, Priest tells me."
Sergeant Mahon managed to stifle outward evidence of the thrill that sent his blood tingling. He did not reply. "Don't mangle your brains over it, Boy. You've been in the Police long enough to add two and two."
Still no reply.
"While you're digesting it, bite on this: Most of the horses Dutch
Henry and Bilsy stole last fall are back in their owners' hands."