‘What is there to be done?’
‘You might work as a cowboy,’ said Nan, smiling.
‘Yes, I might. Did you know you have a dimple in each cheek when you smile?’
‘I think we better change the bandage on your head,’ said Nan severely. ‘You lie down while I get the hot water and some clean cloth. I think you’re feverish.’
The sheriff rode back to Mesa City, trying to puzzle out who this young Morgan might be and just what he was doing in that country. He was satisfied that some of the 6X6 outfit had been at the Lane ranch, watching for Long Lane, and had probably hit Morgan over the head with a gun, possibly mistaking him for some one who was liable to interfere with them.
He found Bunty Smith, Spike Cahill, and Bert Roddy in the Oasis saloon.
‘I got my horse,’ said Bunty. ‘Spike and Bert brought him in this mornin’, Lem.’
‘Where did you boys find him?’ asked Lem.
‘Out at the ranch. Probably dumped that young feller off and came home. Yuh see, that horse was raised on the 6X6.’
Lem nodded with understanding.