"Thompson," said the other. "He brought four or five horses along."
"He did. I saw his tracks where he headed off the trail for the back range. Quite sure he hadn't any more? That reminds me; I'll want to see him in a day or two about those steers."
Gallwey fancied this last was meant as an intimation that accuracy was advisable, and he watched the big, loose-limbed man who was filling his pipe just then. He appeared uneasy under all this scrutiny, for Leland was also quietly regarding him.
"Now I come to recollect, it was four."
"Anybody else?" said Leland.
"Custer; he came along with a bob-sled yesterday."
"You can't think of any more?"
"No," said the other man, who flashed a suspicious glance at him. "I can't quite figure how I could when they weren't there."
Leland smoked on tranquilly, apparently considering for a moment or two, and then, straightening himself a little, looked hard at the man.
"Jeff," he said quietly, "it's a kind of pity you don't know enough to make a decent liar."