“Brought it here!” snapped Easton. “It’s tied to the livery-stable hitch-rack.”
“Then it ain’t stole a-tall.” Blue seemed relieved over this statement.
“They stole it from me!” yowled Easton. “I tell you they hit me on the head and threw me into a —— oat-bin!”
“Thasso,” nodded Blondy seriously. “I know, because I was in there, too.”
Blue started to laugh, but managed to choke it back. It was no place to laugh, and yet he howled inwardly at the thought of Easton and Hagen being thrown into an oat-bin.
“I want you to arrest the both of ’em on a charge of horse stealin’,” demanded Easton angrily, “and if you think there’s anything funny about it—go ahead and laugh.”
Blue grew serious. He did not relish the idea of going out to arrest those two men on such a serious charge.
“Are you sure they was the ones?” he asked. “Can you git up in court and swear that they stole your horse and buggy?”
“I’m —— ’f I can,” said Hagen. “All I knows——”
“Of course I can swear to it!” snapped Easton. “Do you think I’d get up there and admit that I didn’t know who done it?”