"Did you say Kilmeny?" asked the captain sharply.
"That's what I said—the man that won the broncho busting contest to-day."
To Moya, looking around upon the little group of armed men, there was a menacing tenseness in their manner. Her mind was groping for an explanation, but she understood this much—that the law was reaching out for the devil-may-care youth who had so interested her.
"What do you want with him? What has he done?" she cried quickly.
"He and his friend held up the gatekeeper of the fair association and got away with three thousand dollars."
"Held up! Do you mean robbed?"
"That's what I mean—vamoosed with the whole proceeds of the show. How long since they passed?"
"Between a quarter and half an hour," answered Farquhar.
The sheriff nodded. "All ready, boys."
The clattering hoofs disappeared in a cloud of dust down the road.