"Howd'y, Murray," replied Dave. "Spring round-up over yet?"
"Nope; 'bout half."
"Itch all cured good?"
"Can't find no more signs of it. That dippin' play was a winner an' it's a good thing to remember."
"I 've got a little job for you an' Slow Jack," Dave remarked, after a moment's thought.
"Yeh? Hope it's better'n some o' yore schemes."
"What do you mean? I never had no schemes."
"All right—my mistake," drawled Murray. "What's th' new one?"
"New nothin'. I just want you an' Slow Jack to drive a couple o' thousand head up in th' Hog Back country some 'rs an' hold 'em hid till I can take care o' 'em."
"If yo 're goin' to start up in business for yoreself, I 'd keep away from th' Hog Back," replied Murray gravely. "Better try down on th' southeast corner. There ain't no itch hangin' 'round there."