“I know he’s opposed to this roundup.”
“He sure is, Connie. That’s why he’s layin’ down on the job.”
“I owe Blakeman money,” Connie said slowly. “If it weren’t for that I’d let him go now, but as it is my hands are tied.”
“Sure, I can see how it is,” Lefty admitted.
Connie started to turn away, and then abruptly halted.
“Oh, Lefty,” she said, “I wish you’d be particularly alert during the roundup. I happen to know that Jim Barrows is keeping close to the ranch, and I’m afraid he may try to make trouble.”
“Jim Barrows?” the cowboy asked in surprise.
“I saw him tonight, or at least I think I did,” Connie replied, and went on to tell how she had picked up the silver knife on the trail near the cliff dwellings.
Lefty examined the knife carefully.
“That’s his all right,” he said. “Wonder what Jim was doing around there?”