It was not his horse, of course, but an unwritten law of the range had been broken, and that was any honest rider's affair.

Besides, Bill was a pal of Bud's.

"Hangin''s too good for 'im, whoever done it," he finished vindictively.

"I'd lay low, if I was you, Bill.

Mebby he'll git into the habit, and you kin ketch 'im at it." "I aim to lay low, all right.