She dared not trust herself to answer Lew but glanced at the other men to see if they were not smiling at their foreman's absurd idea; they were as grave as images.
"The chestnut wanted to get back at us for killing his herd off," went on Hervey.

"So he sneaks up to the ranch and opens the corral gate and takes the mares out.

When I seen the mares were traveling so straight as all that I guessed what was up.

Well, if the hoss was leading 'em, where would he take 'em?
Straight to water.

They was no use trying to run down them long-legged gallopers.