If he 's rented one, you ought to be able to find that out pretty shortly." As if in answer, the sheriff turned and shouted a question down the mountain side.

And back came the answer: "It's Doc Mason's.

Must have been stolen.

Doc was at the dance." "I guess that settles it." The officer reached for his hip pocket.
"Stick out your hands, Harry, while I put the cuffs on them." "But 'ow in bloody 'ell 'ave I been doing anything when I 've been up 'ere working on this chiv wheel?
'Ow-- ?" "They say you held up the dance to-night and robbed us," Fairchild cut in.

Harry's face lost its surprised look, to give way to a glance of keen questioning.
"And do you say it ?" "I most certainly do not.