"Didn't you run off with that horse and wagon?" demanded Matt.
"Run off with it? No, why should I? The outfit belongs to me. Isn't, that so, boys?" and the corn salve doctor turned to his burly companions.
"Why, of course it does!" returned the men.
A thunderbolt from the sky at that moment would not have taken Andy and Matt more by surprise than did this statement. Paul Barberry's assurance actually staggered them, and neither could speak for the moment.
"That outfit belongs to you?" cried Matt at length.
"Of course."
"That's the biggest falsehood I ever heard in my life!" burst out Andy. "You know very well that everything there belongs to us."
"I know no such thing," returned Barberry coldly. "I bought the outfit from you, and you know it. These gentlemen know it also."
And he waved his hand toward his companions.
"Certainly, we know all about it," said one of the men.
"Yes, we saw the money paid over," added the second fellow.
Matt and Andy looked at each other. Each knew very well that the other had never made any bar-
