thoughtfully from tip to tip, opening his blue eyes to their widest for
that purpose, under their long black lashes.

"You Stan Mitchell's pardner?"

"I am that."

"You goin' to break him out o' the pen?"

"Surest thing you know!" said Pete.

"That's good!" He relaxed his grip on Pete's hand and addressed himself
to breakfast. "I like Stan," he announced, with his head in the
chuck-box.


Pete used the opportunity to exchange a look with Bobby's father.

Bobby emerged from the chuck-box and resumed the topic of Stanley
Mitchell.

"He'll make a hand after he's been here a spell--Stan will," he stated
gravely.

"Oh, you know him, then?"

"I was with him the evenin' before the big doin's. He didn't steal no
money!"

"What makes you think so?"

"Easy! He's got brains, hain't he? I rode with him maybe a mile, but I
could see that. Well! If he'd stole that money, they wouldn't 'a' found
it yet. Them fellows make me tired!"

Pete made a pretext of thirst and brought a bucket for water from the
spring, crooking a finger at Jackson Carr to follow. Carr found him
seated at the spring, shaking with laughter.

"Jack, he's all there--your boy! Couldn't any judge size it up better."

"Frame-up, then?"

"Sure! That part's all right."

"I see you wasn't much taken aback."

"No. We was expectin' something like that and had discounted it. I'm just
as well pleased Stan's in jail just now, and I'm goin' to leave him there
a spell. Safer there. You remember old Hank Bergman?"

Carr nodded.

"Well, Hank's the sheriff here--and he'll give us a square deal. Now I'm
goin' back to interview that boy of yours some more. I reckon you're
right proud of that kid, Jack."

"Yes; I am. Bobby's a pretty good boy most ways. But he swears something
dreadful."

"Pull a strap off of him," said Pete warmly. "That's a damn fine boy, and
you want to start him right. That's half the battle."

Pete returned to the fire for a final cup of coffee.

"Young man," he said, "would you know that

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