"I figured there was something not square about that fellow any way.

Registered as Guyler from Minnesota, but I've seen somebody like him among the boys from Silverdale.

Guess I'll find out when I ride over about the horse, and then I'll have a talk with him quietly." In the meanwhile, the police trooper who had handed him the packet returned to the outpost, and, as it happened, found the grizzled Sergeant Stimson, who appeared astonished to see him back so soon, there.
"I met Courthorne near his homestead, and gave him the papers, sir," he said.
"You did ?" said the Sergeant.

"Now that's kind of curious, because he's at the bridge." "It couldn't have been anybody else, because he took the documents and signed for them," said the trooper.
"Big bay horse ?" "No, sir," said the trooper.

"It was a bronco, and a screw at that." "Well," said Stimson dryly, "let me have your book.