I 've found a horse down here--all sweated up from running." "That's about the answer." Sheriff Adams went forward and with a motion of his revolver sent Harry's hands into the air.

"Let's see what you 've got on you." A light gleamed below as an electric flash in the hands of one of the deputies began an investigation of the surroundings.

The sheriff, finishing his search of 'Arry's pockets, stepped back.
"Well," he demanded, "what did you do with the proceeds ?" "The proceeds ?" Harry stared blankly.

"Of what ?" "Quit your kidding now.

They 've found your horse down there." "Would n't it be a good idea--" Fairchild had cut in acridly--"to save your accusations on this thing until you're a little surer of it?
Harry has n't any horse.