Chapter
9
THE SORREL COLTBEFORE DAWN BROKE THE cook was astir, growling and grumbling among his pots and kettles; and then Cory Blaine awoke and reached for his boots, but he found only one. He looked about the camp in all directions and then he reached over and shook Marvel by the shoulder. "Say," he demanded, as the sleeper awoke, "who the hell's boot did you throw at that coyote?"
Marvel sat up and turned back the edge of his bed, revealing a pair of natty English riding boots. "By golly, Blaine," he exclaimed, "I'm awfully sorry. I must have thrown one of yours by mistake. I'll get into mine and go out and find it for you."
"It's funny how you could get hold of mine instead of your own," grumbled Cory.
"Isn't it?" agreed Marvel.
After Bruce had pulled on his boots he searched the
