'You don't mean to say he stands in with a lot like that?'
'I won't go as far as that,' said Jim; 'but it looks like it. He never lifts a hand against them.'
'Well, I'll think the matter over. There is a good deal in what you say. Wait until I put some decent clothes on, and we'll go round and have a look at the horse. It would be rather a joke if he did not belong to me, after all this trouble.'
'There's not much fear of that,' answered Jim. 'Thoroughbred stallions are scarce in these parts.'
They went round to the back of the house to where Jim had fastened up the horses.
The hands were about, and Rodney Shaw called to a man who was crossing the yard.
'This is Alec Beg, the man who brought the horse as far as Potter's,' said Shaw.
Jim Dennis looked him over and did not like him.
'A shifty customer, I'll bet,' he thought.
'We have found the stallion,' said Shaw.