“Buck never raised that dog,” said Marion hoarsely. “It was a dog that picked up with them—with dad, Buck and Peeler.”
“How long ago?” asked Tex.
“The—” Marion faltered. “It was the day after the robbery that he came here with them, Tex. They had been back on Yellow Horn mesa, looking for cattle. They left the day of the robbery.”
“What kind of a dog was it?” asked Jimmy Legg.
“Just a stray mongrel,” said Marion. “It was coarse-haired and sort of a yellowish-red color.”
There was no question in Jimmy’s mind that this dog was Geronimo.
“Quite a lot of strays comin’ to this country lately,” said Tex Alden, as he looked meaningly at Jimmy.
Jimmy caught the implication, but said nothing. He did not want to have any trouble with Tex Alden.
“I suppose yore father can prove that the dog don’t belong here, can’t he?” asked Tex.
“I don’t see why not,” replied Marion quickly.