IN THE SADDLE
The two boys located the three men without any trouble. They were seated near the end of the car where there was a water cooler, and here the two lads stopped to fumble for a minute or two over the paper drinking cups and then to take their time getting a drink.
“Yes, we ought to make a lot of money on that deal, Noxley,” they heard Bud Haddon say. “That is, provided we mind what we’re doin’.”
“Oh, there’ll be no trip-up this time,” answered the man called Noxley.
“I’ve been wonderin’ how many horses there would be that we could sell,” put in the third man of the group.
“I heard we could get at least twenty, Jenks. Of course, I can’t tell exactly until I’ve looked over the ground.”
“Well, twenty head of horses and two hundred head of cattle are not to be sneezed at,” answered the man called Jenks. “A fine piece of business, I’ll say,” and he laughed shrewdly.
“How long do you expect to stay at Arrow Junction before you go out to Bimbel’s Ranch?” questioned Noxley.
“Not more ’n three or four days. I’m expectin’ word from Bimbel as soon as I reach the Junction, and then I’ll know just what he wants us to do.”
“One thing I want understood,” went on Jenks crossly. “This time I get all that’s comin’ to me—no holdin’ back!”