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Forcing his way through them till he reached the horses, the elder Consollas approached Jesse's, eyeing the splendid creature critically.
Several acquaintances spoke to him, but without noticing them, he opened the mare's mouth and looked at her teeth.
Summoning an angry expression, the storekeeper turned to the bandits and demanded:
"Where did you get that roan?"
Taken aback by the abruptness of the question, the great outlaw stared at his interrogator blankly.
"Afraid to tell, eh?" snarled the storekeeper. "I don't wonder."
Amazed at the words, three or four of the onlookers asked:
"What's the trouble? Anything wrong?"
"Wrong? Well, rather. That's my roan mare, Betty! She was stolen from my pasture last night!"
Chapter III.
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THE PLOT PROVES A BOOMERANG.
No greater consternation could have been caused among the witnesses to the accusation had a bomb exploded in their midst.
Aghast at the seriousness of the charge, the men and women fell back, glancing from the outlaws to Consollas. Then angry murmurs rose from their throats and several of the men stepped forward, menacingly, while from those at the rear of the crowd broke the cry: