CHAPTER THREE
UNDER FIRE
As soon as I finished takin' care o' Starlight, I give Monody's mount a look-over. The old bald-face was whipcord an' steel; but he looked purty near ready to own up.
"Monody, confound you," I sez. "What the deuce did you hammer this old skin over the road like this for?"
"That's my pony," he growled.
"Since when?"
"Since I bought him, that's since when."
"When did you buy him?"
"It ain't none o' your business when I bought him. I bought him the mo'nin' you pulled out."
"What did you pay for him?"