Marion described how Jimmy had ridden out of Blue Wells, followed by the dog, and Sleepy cried against the shoulder of her horse. But Jimmy was too relieved to laugh.
“Well,” he said solemnly, “I guess I’ll have to pick something bigger than a man next time. Really, there should be something big enough for me to hit.”
“You ought to attack a fort,” laughed Sleepy.
They unsaddled Marion’s horse, while Jimmy took care of his own exhausted mount. He was so happy that he tried to take the saddle off without uncinching it.
“I expect the sheriff will be out here soon,” Marion told them. “He wants that dog. It bit Al Porter twice today, but they’ve got to keep it for evidence.”
“They don’t know it’s here,” said Hashknife. “Let’s hide it.”
“Hide it? But that wouldn’t be lawful.”
“It isn’t lawful to hold yore folks on that kind of evidence, either. Where can we put the dog.”
“In the cellar,” suggested Sleepy. “The one beneath the kitchen.”
“But won’t they search?”