A fine and
successful adventure it might have seemed, but there were no arrests. The
moonshiners had fled the vicinity. For aught the officer had to show for
it, the "wild-cat" was a spontaneous production of the soil. He made
himself very merry over this phase of the affair, when seated at the
prettily appointed dinner table of the bungalow, and declared that
however the marshal might regard the matter, he could not call it a
"water-haul."
The repast concluded, he insisted that he must needs be immediately in
the saddle again. He scarcely stayed for a puff of an after-dinner cigar,
and when he had bidden the ladies adieu both Bayne and Briscoe went with
him to the stable, to assist in the selection of a horse suited to his
needs. Little Archie ran after them, begging to be admitted to their
company. Briscoe at once caught him up to his shoulder, and there he was
perched, wisely overlooking the choice of an animal sound and fresh and
strong as the three men made the tour from stall to stall, preceded by a
brisk negro groom, swinging a lantern to show the points of each horse
under discussion.
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