"Oh, I don't know!" replied Upton, guardedly, "b'lieve I could eat a little, though."
"Well, I reckon you ought to," said Morgan, "after goin' two days on cold grub."
"Cold grub!" repeated the cowman, glancing at the cook.
"Why, sure. And that's a long, hard ride over to Carrizo, too." The sheriff took a big mouthful and waited.
"What in hell you talkin' about?" demanded the cowman, sullenly.
"Why, wasn't you over to Carrizo yesterday?"
"Nope."
"And never eat no cold grub?" inquired the sheriff, gazing quizzically toward Joe, the cook.
"Dam' yore heart, Joe!" burst out Upton, looking daggers at the startled pot-tender, "have you been blabbin' already?"