“Well, he’s got a good pair of lungs,” laughed Mason.
The driver tied his team and Mason followed him into the hotel. As they entered, two men at the bar turned and looked Mason over. One, a good-natured looking Irishman, seemed satisfied and asked: “Are you the man that’s going to Bar X ranch?”
“Yes,” he replied, offering his hand. “I’m Jack Mason.”
Red shook hands and roared:
“Scotty, shake hands with our new recruit.”
Scotty looked Mason over from head to foot.
“Glad to meet you, laddie,” he said slowly, as he lurched heavily against the bar. “Don’t mind me, I had to have a little fun, don’t come to the Post very often.”
Red was grinning from ear to ear.
“If you don’t get called down by Miss Josephine when we get back to the ranch, I’ll buy you the best horse on the range.”
Scotty turned and looked at Mason.