“You want your horse? , you ain’t got no horse here!”
“Ain’t I?” Silent seemed surprized. “Well, now, that’s funny.”
The stableman turned up the light of his lantern and spat thoughtfully.
“You never brought your horse here, Silent.”
“Nope. But she ought to be here, Jimmy.”
“Why?”
“Well,” Silent spread his big hands, “she ain’t at the rack where I left her, that’s why.”
“Oh, for gosh sake, can yuh beat that?” Jimmy Meeker’s voice was squeaky with disgust. “Go on home, Silent.”
“Hu-huh,” Silent had a new idea now. “Say, Jimmy, didja see anythin’ of Ike Welden this evenin’?”
“He left here about nine o’clock, I think.”