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CHAPTER XIX: LEFT FOR DEADSleepy and Breezy were playing pool at the Oasis, when the proprietor of the livery-stable came in. He wended his way to Sleepy and informed him that Hashknife’s gray horse had come back to the stable, sans rider. Sleepy dropped his cue on the table and headed for the door, followed closely by Breezy. They trotted down to the stable, where they found the horse in a stall still saddled. Sleepy examined the horse and saddle by lantern light, but found nothing wrong with either. “Must have broke away,” said Breezy. “This horse don’t break away,” said Sleepy nervously. “What do yuh suppose happened, Breezy?” “I gave yuh my theory, and almost got bit.” “Saddle yore horse and let’s git goin’. Wait! You take my roan and I’ll ride Ghost. If this horse pulled out on H