“One of the best in this section.”
“You vouldn’t sold dot horses, vould you, off you got a good prices for him?”
“He’s not mine to dispose of, young feller,” was the curt reply.
“P’haps you toldt me, den, vhere I found me a goot horses for mineseluf?”
“You’ll have no trouble finding a good horse in Trinity if you want one. Now, Howard, we’ll be on the move,” and he leaped on the back of his mare.
Jack followed suit on the led horse.
“Bye bye, Charlie. I’ll bring the news back with me. Take good care of Meyer.”
“I like me dot,” snorted the German boy. “I dink I dook care off mineseluf.”
“Is there anything wrong?” asked Jack anxiously as they dashed off out of camp.
“Well, yes; I didn’t want to let on before the others, as you’re the only one that’s wanted. Prawle was shot about sundown and is not expected to live.”