“Laddie, don’t pay any attention to Red, let’s all have a drink on me.”
“I’m not drinking, Scotty, but I’ll take a cigar with you.”
“Well, Jack, we start in half an hour,” announced Red. “I’ll strap your luggage on my horse and send the supply wagon after the rest of your stuff.”
Going out on the hotel porch, Mason watched the scene with interest.
Scotty was leading two tough and wiry looking horses. He appeared so unsteady on his feet that Red started to help him.
“Steady there!” he called out sharply.
Scotty stiffened and glared at him.
“Don’t think I’m all in,” he growled, frowning at his partner.
With a flying leap he was in the saddle and dashed up to Mason leading a spare horse.
“What kind of a horseman are you, laddie?” he asked.