“Only guess that, eh?”
“That’s right, Jake.”
“You’ll know that soon,” jeered Prowers. “Any one with an imagination active as yore’s won’t let a li’l’ thing like facts stand in his way.”
“I’ll have to take Don down to Wild Horse with me,” Daniels replied impassively.
“That’s yore business,” the old cattleman said. “You’re makin’ a mistake. Don spent the night with me, if you want to know.”
“Sure you didn’t spend it with him?”
“You arrestin’ me, too, Frank?”
“No.”
“Only guessin’ at me?”
“I’m not doing my guessin’ out loud—not all of it.” Prowers’s splenetic laugh cackled. “You’d ought to get one o’ these brass stars from a detective agency, by jiminy by jinks. A fellow that can mind-read Don here an’ tell what he had for breakfast is a sure-enough sleuth and no ornery sheriff.”