We got down to take out the horses when we saw we couldn't get away from you, and I'd a blanket girthed round the best of them, when he said he'd hold him while I tried what I could do with the other.

Well, I let him, and the first thing I knew he was off at a gallop, leaving me with the other kicking devil two men couldn't handle.

You'll find him rustling south over the Montana trail." "Mount and ride!" said Stimson, and when his companion galloped off, turned once more to his prisoner.
"You'll have a lantern somewhere, and I'd like a look at you," he said.
"If you're the man I expect, I'm glad I found you." "It's in the wagon," said the other dejectedly.
Stimson got a light, and when he had released and picketed the plunging horse, held it so that he could see his prisoner.

Then he nodded with evident contentment.
"You may as well sit down.

We've got to have a talk," he said.
"Well," said the other, "I'd help you to catch Harmon if I could, but I can prove he hired me to drive him over to Kemp's in the wagon, and you'd find it difficult to show I knew what there was in the packages he took along." Stimson smiled dryly.