"There ain't nobody else goin' to get in on it," truthfully assured Dave.
"Nelson got over his grouch ag'in' wimmin?" laughed the foreman.
"Don't reckon so; but he ain't seen her yet, I guess," replied Dave, grinning. "When he does, there ain't no tellin' what's goin' to happen to him. Don't it beat all? You better look out, Tom; he may edge you out of th' game."
"Me!" demanded the foreman. He let out a roar of laughter. "I ain't got no interest thataway at all. I passed, cold." He turned away. "Don't forget Dave."
"Goin' so soon?"
"Yes; I'm ridin' back. Adios."
Dave stared out of the window for a few minutes, his face slowly getting redder. "Yo're lyin', Big Tom," he muttered. "Yo're aimin' to get that girl more'n ever you was. An', d—n yore shriveled soul! Do I look like a Judas?"
Down on the SV, Cimarron was weighing something in his mind. Perhaps he had said too much to the Bar H foreman. Coming to a sudden decision he rode over to Bud Norris.
"Hello, Boss!" said Bud, grinning from ear to ear. "Big Tom's visit ridin' you?"