"I smell somethin' burnin'," said Overland significantly. "The Saunders man has got somethin' up his sleeve. He didn't turn his pony into the corral, did he?"
"No."
"All right. Now, about them papers and your part of this here claim ..."
For an hour they talked about the claim, Winthrop, Collie's prospects, and their favorite topic, the Rose Girl. They were speaking of her when she appeared at the bunk-house door.
"Good-morning, Mr. Summers. Mrs. Marshall wished to know if you would tell her more about her brother—when you have visited with Collie. She was afraid you might leave without her seeing you again."
"I was thinkin' about that myself," replied Overland. "Yes, Miss, I'll be right over direct."
Louise nodded, smiled, and was gone.
"Say, Red, you better go quick, in the machine," said Collie, fearful that Saunders was up to mischief.
"Grand idea, that," said Overland, calmly brushing his hat. "But Tenlow and Saunders—that you're thinkin' about—ain't neither of 'em goin' to ride up too close to me again. They are goin' to lay for me down the cañon. They'll string a riata across the road and hold up the car, most likely. They know I can't get out of here any other road."
"Then what will you do?"