"What d'you mean?"
"You knew that the stealing went on."
"Huh! I should say I did. Haven't I lost a lot of horses?"
Lewis interposed, impatiently: "Say! Suppose Adolfo tells what he knows about them horses? Suppose he tells how you framed it to have your own stock run across, on shares, so's you could get more money to go hifalutin' around San Antone without your wife knowing it? I reckon you wouldn't care to have that get out."
"You can't prove it," growled "Young Ed."
"Oh! I reckon it can be proved all right," confidently asserted Lewis.
"Nobody'd believe such a thing."
"Folks are ready to believe 'most anything about you. Your wife would believe it. Ain't Las Palmas in her name, and don't she give you so much a month to spend? If them ain't facts, you lied to me."
"Yes!" Urbina supplemented. "I can swear to all that. And I can swear also that you knew about those calves the other day."
"What!" Ed started.