The leaders of the searching party were far in advance by this time and, as Mason intended to take part in the hunt, he pocketed his letter and called to MacNutt and Scotty. As they rode he explained the letter to them in detail.
“You have got to get this Ricker or he’ll get you,” Scotty said, after a long silence.
“But I haven’t even seen the man yet,” Mason protested.
“I heard Bud say this morning that we are going to call on that delightful gentleman,” MacNutt chirped up.
Scotty favored him with a warning scowl.
“You’ll have a chance to see him to-day, but I’m going to watch him sharp for he’s the quickest man in these parts with a gun,” Scotty declared, still keeping his eyes on MacNutt and frowning darkly.
The latter, not one bit abashed, was whistling gaily, and opened his eyes in child-like wonder at Scotty’s words. The cowboy mentally put him down as cracked. There was a stiff wind blowing and the sky was overcast with ominous looking clouds. The cowboy was casting an anxious eye on the horizon.
“We are going to get a hard storm before night,” he said uneasily.
“Do you get very hard storms in these parts?” queried MacNutt timidly.
“Well, rather,” drawled Scotty with a grin.