"Fine day, Mr. Farwell."
"Yes," said Farwell briefly.
"Work coming on all right?"
"Yes."
"That's good," Dunne commented, with every appearance of lively satisfaction. "Been to Talapus? See anything of Miss McCrae there?"
"She's at home, I believe," said Farwell stiffly.
"Thanks. Come around and see me some time. Morning." He lifted the buckskin into a lope again.
Farwell looking after him, experienced a second new sensation—jealousy.
CHAPTER X
Casey Dunne, busily engaged in strengthening a working harness with rivets, looked up as a shadow fell across the morning sunlight. The shadow belonged to Tom McHale.