Bud Light rode forward to Williams. "Billy's gone off his crust. He's ravin' back there, Brand."
Williams drew Long's flask from his saddle-pocket. "Give him a shot of this. Take some yourself. Miguel and I don't need any. Hold on—I'll give Red a shot first. When it gets to workin', you yip and ride for the hills. We'll all ride—ride, you understand? It'll be a dry camp, and a hard flash, but we'll make it."
CHAPTER XXX
TWO ROSES
One morning, some three weeks after the invasion of Gophertown, Bud Light, Billy Dime, and Brand Williams appeared at the Moonstone Ranch office.
Quite casually they had dismounted, and jingling up had asked for Walter Stone. Upon his appearance the younger men applied individually for their old places. The room smelled of cigarette smoke and antiseptics. Quite as though nothing unusual had happened the rancher reinstated them.
"Have a good time, boys?" he asked.
"Yes, sir. Very good time. Better than we expected," replied Billy Dime. Bud Light nodded.