“He shore did, all right; I seen him just afterward,” laughed Billy Williams, pressing close upon Hopalong's heels. “Howdy, Lucas; an' there's that ol' coyote, Wood Wright. How's everybody feeling?”
“Where's the rest of you fellers?” inquired Cowan.
“Stayed home to-night,” replied Hopalong.
“Got any loose money, you two?” asked Billy, grinning at Lucas and Wright.
“I reckon we have—an' our credit's good if we ain't. We're good for a dollar or two, ain't we, Cowan?” replied Lucas.
“Two dollars an' four bits,” corrected Cowan. “I'll raise it to three dollars even when you pay me that 'leven cents you owe me.”
“'Leven cents? What 'leven cents?”
“Postage stamps an' envelope for that love letter you writ.”
“Go to blazes; that wasn't no love letter!” snorted Lucas, indignantly. “That was my quarterly report. I never did write no love letters, nohow.”
“We'll trim you fellers to-night, if you've got the nerve to play us,” grinned Johnny, expectantly.