sayin' what I think of him. He come into the hall, an' he was
roarin' about things. He was goin' to arrest Danny Mains on
sight. Wal, I jest polite-like told Pat thet the money was mine
an' he needn't get riled about it. An' if I wanted to trail the
thief I reckon I could do it as well as anybody. Pat howled thet
law was law, an' he was goin' to lay down the law. Sure it
'peared to me thet Pat was daid set to arrest the first man he
could find excuse to.

"Then he cooled down a bit an' was askin' questions about the
wounded Greaser when Gene Stewart come in. Whenever Pat an' Gene
come together it reminds me of the early days back in the
'seventies. Jest naturally everybody shut up. Fer Pat hates
Gene, an' I reckon Gene ain't very sweet on Pat. They're jest
natural foes in the first place, an' then the course of events
here in El Cajon has been aggravatin'.

"'Hello, Stewart! You're the feller I'm lookin' fer,' said Pat.

"Stewart eyed him an' said, mighty cool an' sarcastic, 'Hawe, you
look a good deal fer me when I'm hittin' up the dust the other
way.'

"Pat went red at thet, but he held in. 'Say, Stewart, you-all
think a lot of thet roan horse of yourn, with the aristocratic
name?'

"'I reckon I do,' replied Gene, shortly.

"'Wal, where is he?'