Tarbell laughed.
“I reckon you don’t need to ask that, with three saloons in every block in Brewster. We haven’t got the water-wagon bug much out here. They say it don’t breed well this side o’ the main range.”
“Much drinking among the railroad men?”
“Well—m—m—not so you could notice it. There’s a rule against it.”
“While they’re on duty, you mean?”
“Any old time.”
“Is that rule enforced?”
“Mr. Maxwell allows it is. He’s sure some Ranahan when it comes to buckin’ the booze-fighters.”
“Still, there is more or less drinking among the men; you know there is, don’t you, Archer?”
The young man grinned soberly.