“And he stole the dog!” exclaimed the sheriff.
“The dog stole him,” amended Johnny Grant.
“I hope t’ —— he keeps him!” groaned Porter. “I’m all through with that dog, evidence or no evidence.”
“But we’ve got to have that dog, Al,” insisted the sheriff. “That’s our main evidence.”
“Then you get him and do the feedin’. I never hired out as a —— menagerie keeper. He bit me on the wrist, and when I kicked at him, he bit me on the ankle and got loose.”
Tex Alden was one of those who had come from Moon’s store, and now he spoke to the sheriff:
“Just why did that dog pull out with Legg?”
“Why, I dunno, Tex,” admitted the sheriff.
“Why did Legg defend the dog?”
The sheriff looked blankly around.