"Nothing else to do, is there?" retorted Dal Gilbert. "We can't run no more cattle, can we?"
"I reckon we can't."
"They're running a big game an' I want to get in it," remarked John Elder. "Frisco was allus friendly. We've got to go trailing for 'em."
"Yes; an' get shot," interposed George Lewis. "They're ten to our six. An' that ain't all of our troubles, neither. We'll find ourselves in a big fight some day, an' right here. Them ranches will wake up, patch up their troubles, an' come down here. You remember what Quinn said about th' time Peters led a lot of mad punchers agin Trendley an' his crowd, don't you? In a day he can raise men enough to wipe this town off th' map."
"Yuh forget, suh, that they are fighting foh principles, an' men who fight foh principles don't call truces," said Chet Bates.
"You've said that till it's old," laughed Sam Austin.
"I say we've got to keep our eyes open," warned Lewis.
"Th' devil with that!" broke in Con Irwin. "What I want to know is how we're going to get some of th' easy money Shaw's getting."
"We'll have to wait for one of his men to come to town an' trail him back," replied Gilbert.
"What do you say that we try to run one more good herd an' then scout for them, or their trails?" asked Irwin.