“Yep!––maybe.”
“Did you hear what some tom-fool did to Percival DeRue Hannington’s horse?”
Jim stopped his shaving and grimaced before the mirror, then swung slowly round on his heel.
“No!––although something inside of me seems to denote the feeling that I must have heard somebody talk about it. Give me the yarn.”
Phil did so, as briefly as possible.
“And DeRue Hannington is as mad as a caged monkey. He has this white notice placarded on every telegraph pole in town.”
Phil tossed over a hand-bill, which Jim perused slowly.
ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS REWARD.
The above reward will be paid to anyone giving information that will lead to the conviction of the person, or persons, who maltreated my white mare by coating her with paint.
Percival DeRue Hannington.
Jim laughed and threw the paper back to Phil.