"That's too bad, ain't it?" Lewis said. "But he'll be around again
in the morning, and I'll get him for you. You leave it to me."
There was plainly nothing to do but accept this offer since it
could avail nothing to wait here for Urbina's return. Unless the
fellow gave himself up, he probably could not be found, now that
the alarm was given, without a considerable search--in view of
which Dave finally remounted his borrowed horse and rode away in
the direction of Jonesville.
It was after daylight when he dismounted stiffly at Blaze's gate.
He was wet to the skin and bespattered with mud; he had been
almost constantly in the saddle for twenty-four hours, and Don
Ricardo's cow-pony was almost exhausted.
Blaze and Paloma, of course, were tremendously interested in his
story.
"Say, now, that's quick work," the latter exclaimed, heartily.
"You're some thief-buster, Dave, and if you'll just stay around
here little calves can grow up with some comfort."
When Dave rode to Jonesville, after breakfast, he found that the
body of his victim had been brought in during the night, and that
the town was already buzzing with news of the encounter.
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