Santel got to his feet and looked around. Brick walked back to his horse and picked up the reins.
“You ride a sorrel, too, eh?” remarked Santel thoughtfully. “My horse is a sorrel.”
“Mebbe,” said Brick seriously, “it was a good thing for me. We’ll cache yore saddle and ride my horse double.”
They found Santel’s horse, unsaddled it and hid the saddle in the heavy foliage of a fir-tree. Santel studied the landmarks to get his bearings, mounted behind Brick and they headed for Marlin City.
“Have yuh got any idea who done that shootin’?” asked Santel.
“Not for publication,” replied Brick. “Anyway, the county commissioners told me to let yuh alone, Santel. They said that yuh wouldn’t need my help in findin’ out things.”
“Tha’sso?”
“Yeah, yo’re supposed to be a regular finder, yuh know.”
“I’m tryin’ to find out some things, sheriff.”
“Well,” laughed Brick, “they can’t expect to have yuh find out everythin’.”