“I can let you have two of the boys,” George Slocer promised. “We’re short handed ourselves or I could give you more help.”
“I’ll get along all right with that number,” Connie said. “That will give me five dependable men.”
Her next call was at the Bar R Ranch. In passing Pop Bradshaw’s place, Connie saw the two teachers and Enid sitting on the front veranda. She pretended not to see them. Putting on a burst of speed she drove past, her eyes glued on the ribbon of road.
Connie was cordially received at the Bar R. Cookie, the old colored man, who had flipped flapjacks in many a chuck wagon, grinned from ear to ear when he learned that his culinary services were needed for a roundup.
Connie took him with her to Red Gulch, there to select his own supplies for the trip. It was long after supper before they returned to Rainbow Ranch with the car loaded. However, the girl could not think of sleep, for many things remained to be done.
“I’ll have to get the chuck wagon up from the field,” she told Cookie. “I’ll see about it now while you start unloading the car.”
Connie looked about for one of the men, but Lefty and Alkali were both busy pitching hay to the horses.
“Have you seen Blakeman?” she asked.
“He was around here a minute or two ago,” said Alkali.
Connie went to the bunk house but she could not find the foreman.