think about it at all. If he had, he would have reasoned that Bartley
had heard about it. Almost every one in Arizona knew that Cheyenne had
been married and had separated from his wife.

"That would be a pretty good gun to git hoss-thieves with," asserted the
boy, still thinking of the Luger.

"What do you know about hoss-thieves?" queried Cheyenne.

"You think I didn't see you was ridin' different hosses!" said Jimmy.
"Mebby you think I don't know where Josh and Filaree are."

"You quit joshin' your dad," said Cheyenne.

"I ain't joshin' _nobody_. Ole 'Clubfoot' Sneed, over by the
re'savation's got Josh and Filaree. I seen 'em in his corral, yesterday.
I was up there, huntin'."

"Did you talk to him?" queried Cheyenne.

"Nope. He just come out of his cabin an' told me to fan it. I wasn't
doin' nothin'. He said it was against the law to be huntin' up there.
Mebby he don't hunt when he feels like it!"

"Did you tell Uncle Frank?"

"Yep. Wish I hadn't. He says for me to stay away from the high
country--and not to ride by Sneed's place any more."

Cheyenne turned to Bartley. "I done made one guess right," he said.