Attached your bank account and your bank stock.
I would have plastered your two automobiles, but that tender-hearted
Miguel declared that was carrying a grudge too far. By the way, where
is our genial young host?"
"Horse bucked him off this morning. He lit on a rock and ripped a
furrow in his sinful young head. So he's sleeping off a headache."
"Oh, is he badly hurt?" Kay cried anxiously.
"Not fatally," Parker replied with a faintly knowing smile. "But he's
weak and dizzy and he's lost a lot of blood; every time he winks for
the next month his head will ache, however."
"Which horse policed him?" Bill Conway queried casually.
"The gray one--his father's old horse."
"Hum-m-m!" murmured Conway and pursued the subject no further, nor did
he evince the slightest interest in the answers which Parker framed
glibly to meet the insistent demand for information from his wife and
daughter. The meal concluded, he excused himself and sought Pablo, of
whom he demanded and received a meticulous account of the "accident" to
Miguel Farrel. For Bill Conway knew that the gray horse never bucked
and that Miguel Farrel was a hard man to throw.
"Guess I'll have to sit in at this game," he decided, and forthwith
climbed into his rattletrap automobile and returned to El Toro.
During the drive in he surrendered his mind to a contemplation of all
of the aspects of the case, and arrived at the following conclusions:
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