Doc Baldridge laid down his book and stared thoughtfully at Slim over his spectacles.
“Don’t be a fool,” he said.
“What do you mean?”
“Just what I said. It’s doggoned near fatal to start riding for the Box B these days. Look what happened to the owner of the outfit.” He jerked his thumb toward the rancher.
“If the pay’s good, I’m willing to take the chance,” grinned Slim. “I’ll just stick around and when he comes to he may be crazy enough to hire me and my pardner.”
Doc Baldridge resumed his reading and Slim sat down beside the wounded man to begin what might be an all night vigil.
Hal Titzell looked in an hour later.
“You must want a job,” he said to Slim.
“I’m going to get one if patience will bring it,” grinned the Flying Arrow puncher.
“Maybe I could find something for you to do,” suggested Titzell.