There was a seriousness in his eyes, but behind it was again the flicker of mockery as though this might not be such a serious matter after all.
"We'll see, Beck," Hepburn said with a slow nodding. "We understand each other. You've covered a lot of territory. Your cards are on the table. Bet!"
Tom stroked his horse's withers thoughtfully. He continued to smile, but the smile was not pleasant.
When they entered the big gate an automobile was standing before the bunkhouse and after turning the horses into a corral they dismounted and walked towards it.
"Hello, Larry!" exclaimed Hepburn. "What brings you out?"
"Nothin' much, judgin' by his conversation," replied the man who had driven the car.
"Visitor?"
"Dude. Regular dude from N'Yawk, b' Gosh!" He spat and grinned. "Come in yesterday and was busier 'n hell all day buzzin' around town. First thing this a. m. he wants to come here. Great attraction you've got, it seems."
"The new boss?"
"Th' same, indeed! I seen her. Quite a peach, I'll go on record. But ... Th' boys tell me she's going to run this outfit with her own lily white hands."