Taken aback by the abruptness of the question, the great outlaw stared at his interrogator blankly.
"Afraid to tell, eh?" snarled the storekeeper. "I don't wonder."
Amazed at the words, three or four of the onlookers asked:
"What's the trouble? Anything wrong?"
"Wrong? Well, rather. That's my roan mare, Betty! She was stolen from my pasture last night!"
Chapter III.
THE PLOT PROVES A BOOMERANG.