“No.”
“Have a chaw?” queried Oyster pleasantly.
“No. I was just talkin’ with the preacher.”
“Tryin’ to reform yuh?” asked Johnny.
“Reform? No. He wants to know which one of you punchers tin-canned his horse?”
The three cowboys looked at each other. Their expression of amazement was rather overdone. The bartender chuckled, and Johnny turned quickly.
“What in —— is so funny about it, Doc?” he demanded. “It’s no laughin’ matter, I’d tell a man,” he turned to the sheriff.
“You surely don’t think we’d do a thing like that, Sheriff.”
“I dunno,” the sheriff scratched his head, tilting his hat down over one eye.
“My ——, that would be sacrilege!” exclaimed Eskimo.