But so far he don't know _who_ helped me
turn the trick."
"You don't seem to be very serious about it," declared Dorothy.
"Serious? Me? Why, ain't most folks serious enough without everybody
bein' took that way?"
"Perhaps. But I knew something had happened the minute you rode into
camp."
"So did I," asserted Cheyenne, and he spoke sharply to his horse.
Dorothy flushed. "Cheyenne, I rode over to find Jimmy. You needn't--Oh,
there's Aunt Jane now! And there's Jimmy, and the corral is full of
horses!"
"Reckon we better step along," and Cheyenne put Steel Dust to a lope.
CHAPTER XV
MORE PONY TRACKS
Summoned from the west end of the ranch, where he had been irrigating
the alfalfa, Uncle Frank arrived at the house just as Cheyenne and
Dorothy rode up. Little Jim was excitedly endeavoring to explain to Aunt
Jane how the corral came to be filled with strange horses.
Uncle Frank nodded to Cheyenne and turned to Jimmy. "Where you been?"
"I was over on the mountain."
"How did these horses get here?"
Uncle Frank's eye was stern. Jimmy hesitated. He had been forbidden to
go near Sneed's place; and he knew that all that stood between a harness
strap and his small jeans was the presence of Dorothy and Cheyenne.
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