who helped tear up portions of the sheriff's clothing for his friends to use on the officer's hands, feet, and mouth.
"Every time I hit a head I shore gloat," growled Johnny, his thoughts flashing back to his first night in town.
"Couldn't you send him down, too?" Idaho asked of Hopalong. "An' how many saddles do you an' Red use generally?"
"He wasn't up there," answered Hopalong. "We run into him as we was comin' out."
Johnny's match flashed up and out in one swift movement. "Corwin!" he exulted. "An' I'm glad it was me that hit him!"
Idaho rolled over on the ground and made strange noises. Sitting up he gasped: "Didn't I say it was a lovely night? Holy mavericks!"
"You fellers aim to claim squatter sovereignty?" whispered Red from the darkness. "If I'd 'a' knowed it I'd 'a' tied up somethin' I left layin' loose."
"We got to get a rustle on," said Hopalong. "Some cusses come to right quick. That gent in Red's bed is due to ask a lot of questions at th' top of his voice. Come on—grab this stuff, pronto!"
"I left another in th' stable that's goin' to do some yellin' purty soon," said Red. "Reckon he's a Greaser."
They picked up the things and went off to find the horses and as they dropped the equipment Red felt for his saddle. "Hey! Where's mine?" he demanded.
"Here, at my feet," said Johnny.
Red passed his hand over it and swore heartily. "This ain't it, you blunderin' jackass! Why didn't you get mine?" he growled.
