"When did you come to town?" asked the Colonel mendaciously.
"Why, nearly three weeks ago, on the Weare. Heard you had skipped out to Sulphur with MacCann. I had some business out that way, so that's where I been."
"Have some breakfast, won't you—dinner, I mean?"
"I put that job through at the Road House. Got to rustle around now and get my tent up. Where's a good place?"
"Well, I—I hardly know. Goin' to stay some time?"
"Depends."
The Boy slipped off his pack.
"They've got rooms at the Gold Belt," he said.
"You mean that Dance Hall up at the Forks?"
"Oh, it ain't so far. I remember you can walk."