"I've ridden him twice, and he didn't," Mary V stopped quivering her lips long enough to retort. "I don't see why people want to be so mean to me, when I am trying my best to help about those horse thieves, and when I know things no other person on this ranch suspects, and if they did, they would simply be stunned at knowing there is a thief on their own pay roll. And when I just want Jake so I can hel-lp--and Tango is getting so lazy I simply _can't_ get anywhere with him in a month--" Mary V did it. She actually was crying real tears, that slipped down her cheeks and made little dark spots on her blue kimono. Bill Hayden looked at Sudden with harassed eyes. Sudden looked at Bill, and smoothed Mary V's hair--figuratively speaking; in reality he drew his fingers over a silk-and-lace cap. "H--well, it's up to your dad. You can ride Jake if he's willin' to take the chance of you getting your neck broke. I shore won't be responsible." Bill looked more unhappy than ever, not at all as though he gloried in his martyrdom to the Rolling R. "Why, Jake's as gentle as a ki-kitten!" Mary V sobbed. "Like hell he's gentle!" muttered Bill, so far under his breath that he did not feel called upon to apologize. "Well, now, we'll talk about Jake later on. Tell dad and Bill what it was you saw, and what you mean by a thief on the pay roll. I don't promise I'll be simply stunned with surprise; that story young Jewel told last night does seem to have some awful weak points in it--" "Why dad _Selmer_! You know perfectly well that Johnny Jewel is the soul of honor! Why you owe an _apology_ to Johnny for ever _thinking_ such a thing about him! Why, for gracious sake, must everybody on this ranch be so blind and stupid?" Mary V asked the glorious sunrise that question, and straightway hid her face behind her handkerchief. "Well, now, we're wasting time. I apologize to the soul of honor, and you may ride Jake--when Bill or I are with you to see how he behaves. Now tell us what you know. This is a serious matter, Mary V. Far too serious--" "I should think _I_ am the person who knows how serious it is," Mary V came from behind her handkerchief to remind him. "Just who or what did you see, through your field glasses, when you looked from the top of Snake Ridge?" Sudden wisely chose to waive any irrelevant arguments. "Why," said Mary V, "I first saw one of your men dodging along down a draw, to a place where there were some cottonwood trees. I saw him get off his horse and wait there for a few minutes, and then I saw another man riding along the gully from the other direction. And so I saw them meet, and talk a few minutes, and ride back. And--your man was in a great hurry, and the other man was a Mexican." "H-m-m. And who was my--"