“Yes, thank you.”
“Been over t’ Oracle lately?”
“I was there yesterday.”
“Uh-huh! I was up t’ the store myself day before. Hear anythin’ new, did ye?”
“Nothing startling,” smiled Saint Jimmy. “Your father and mother are well, are they?”
“’Bout as usual. Ain’t seed George Wheeler lately, have ye—er any of his folks?”
“George was at our house a few days ago,” returned Jimmy. “Stopped in a few minutes on his way home from the upper ranch.”
“Uh-huh!—George say anything, did he?”
“No. Nothing in particular.”
The Lizard shifted his slouching weight in the saddle. “I met up with one of George’s punchers t’other day. Bud Gordon, hit war. He says as how th’ lions is a-gettin’ ’bout all of George’s mule colts up ’round his place above.”