A few minutes later Johnny turned in his saddle. "Hey, Billy!" he shouted.
"What?"
"Has Lanky paid you for that saddle, yet?"
"Shore; why?"
"Oh, nothing. But yo're lucky."
Billy turned and said something to Lanky and they cantered on their way.
"Hey, Hoppy; don't you tell Frenchy about them cigars," Johnny suddenly remarked some time later.
CHAPTER XII
HOBBLE BURNS AND SLEEPERS