“What do you want?” he asked. Johnny leaned against the door-sill, his torn and dusty sombrero pulled rakishly over one eye.
“We want you to shettle a question that’s been botherin’ us, Scotty. C’n we come in?”
“All right,” said Scotty grudgingly.
He stepped aside and the three cowboys came in. They had been in the office many times, but not in this same mood.
“My, my, thish is a nice office!” exclaimed Eskimo. “Gotta desk and a chair and a lot of outlaw’s pitchers on the walls!”
“What question did you want answered?” asked Scotty nervously. He suspected them of having ulterior reasons.
“The question is thish:” said Johnny. “What did you do with our horshes?”
“A roan, a bay and a sorrel,” enumerated Oyster.
The sheriff shook his head.
“I ain’t seen yore —— horses.”