He picked up the reins as though he would ride on.
“Wait, Gringo!” chirped Jerry. “Lige, stop him. He’ll be useful to us.”
“I was going to stop him, anyway,” returned Lige Benner, getting around in front of Gringo’s horse. “Don’t be in a rush,” he added. “You’ve got a horse here that don’t belong to you.”
“Waal,” returned Gringo, “does it belong ter you?”
“No.”
“Then what reason ye got ter find fault, huh?”
“No reason at all. I’d like to know, though, where you stole the animal, and how.”
“I didn’t steal it—jest borried it.”
“Well, where did you ‘borrow’ the horse?”
“Back at the Star-A ranch. Walked inter the c’ral big as life, put on the gear an’ rode off. That’s all thar was to it. When I git through with the critter, I’m goin’ ter take it back.”