"Why, hello Lance," Bob exclaimed. "I didn't recognize you and Rudy for the dust that's choked us."
The two dust-covered riders smiled. "Ain't you gettin' back from town early?" Lance inquired.
"Not so early as you fellas are gettin' in late." Garnett interposed. "The show's over."
"It sounded like you'd been seein' something pretty good," Lance admitted; "There warn't no notice over to Soldier of any show."
"Oh it warn't that sort. Just one of these here amytoor doin's. Charades. You know. Nobody knowed what he was going to say 'til he was sayin' it——"
"Or doing it," Rob added.
"Must of been some show," Rudy Batts ventured gravely, his hazel eyes very quiet and watchful for the joke behind all this banter.
"Some! A whole lot," Garnett said warmly. "More 'specially when that there Joyce, him bein' the villyan, crope up and thought he'd put one over the lady there."
"Sounds like it might be interesting if we was to hear it," said Lance. "We got the vilyan, but who's the hero?"