"I helped myself to one of your horses, Mr. Simms. The roan."
"Help yourself to anything that belongs to me, young man," answered the banker. "You have done us a service that nothing we can do will repay."
"The roan—you say you rode the roan?" asked Lame.
"Yes. He's a good one."
"Did he throw you?"
"He tried to," grinned Tad.
"Then I take back all I said about your being a tenderfoot. There aren't three men on the ranch who can stick on his back when he takes a notion that he doesn't want them to."
"Luke, I have asked these young men to join our outfit. When I did so, I didn't know I was drawing a prize. They rather thought the sheep business wouldn't suit them, having been out with a herd of cows——"
"We shall be glad to accept your kind offer, Mr. Simms," interrupted Tad. "I've changed my mind since I saw how the cattle men act toward sheep."
"That's good."