Me, I'm crazy to know who done it." Bill had to hurry, so he left the matter to simmer for the present.

But that did not mean that Bill would wear "blinders," or that he would sleep with his head under his tarp for fear of finding out what black-hearted renegade had sacrilegiously borrowed Jake.

Black-hearted renegade, by the way, was but the dwindling to mild epithets after Bill's more colorful vocabulary had been worn to rags by repetition.
All unconsciously Mary V had set another man in the outfit to sweating his brain and swearing to himself.

Tex would not sleep sound again until he knew who had taken to night-riding--on a horse of Jake's quality.

Tex would have believed that Bill himself was the man, had he not read the look on Bill's face while he studied the marks of hard riding.