“Comin’, boss. He’s bringin’ two more broncs.�
“Yell to him to hurry up. We’ve delayed too much as it is.�
Nick Looker turned in his saddle and let out a shout.
“Gus! Bring them ponies here, fast!� Another puncher came riding up. He led two horses, fully saddled. Suddenly, from behind the house, came the sound of an excited voice.
“Hey, wait a minute! Hey, boss! Wait!�
“It’s Pop,� Teddy said. “Knew he’d show up before long.�
A cowboy was running toward them. His wide hat was held in his hand, disclosing a head almost without hair. His face was lined with wrinkles. He wore a blue denim shirt. Wide trousers flapped grotesquely about a pair of bowed legs. As he ran he waved both arms, windmill fashion.
“Wait a second, boss!� he called again. “I just heard about it! Snakes! The fust time the old X Bar X brand has been stolen! Me, I’m comin’ with you, ain’t I, boss? Ain’t I?� He reached Mr. Manley, breathing hard.
“Yes, Pop, you can come,� Mr. Manley answered. “Wondered how long you’d be reachin’ here. Git your pinto an’ come on.�
Pop Burns clapped his hat on his head, and made for the corral, to return in a moment upon his horse.