"An' whar's ther central p'int?"
"St. Louis."
"Ah, I begins ter smell a mice. So yer gradooly led up ter this place, pretendin' ter sell hosses, eh?"
"No; we'll kill two birds with one stone. We'll sell the horses if we can get our price for them, and it will be an excellent cloak to hide our real purpose, which is to try to get next to the headquarters of the train robbers."
"Good idee. But how aire yer goin' ter go erbout it?"
"To tell you the truth, I haven't an idea. We will have to do our own scouting. If the chief knew, it is not likely that he would employ us to find out."
"Thet's so. Well, let's be on ther scout."
"We'll still pose as ranchers with pony stock to sell, and let folks know it. We'll go over to the stockyards right now."
"All right, but the stunt is ter keep our eyes peeled fer ther train-robber syndicate's office."
"That's it. One never can tell when he will run onto just the thing he's looking for when he least expects it."