"All right," said that young woman sleepily. "Take care of yourself."
It is probable that in her drowsy state she did not appreciate his mission, else she would not have let him go so readily.
CHAPTER XXXIV
HE ARRESTS A SUSPECT
Johnson caught his most dependable horse and rode out from the Anvil headquarters. Strapped to his hip was a .45 Colt and he had a 30-30 Winchester in his saddle holster. Florence Steel, on foot, overtook him at the gate of the home pasture.
"What's this I hear? Where're you going, Mr. Johnson?"
Lafe told her glibly that he had been sent by Mr. Horne to recover certain cattle which had been run off by hostile nesters during the festivities. It was true that some cattle had been stolen.
"Sure," said Florence, gazing intently into his face. "If you meet up with him, better watch out. A man who'll stab in the back will do most anything."
"What do you know about this?"