“Why don’t you ask Jim Barrows?”
“Oh, I wouldn’t do that,” Connie replied quickly. “Besides, he hasn’t any money.”
“You’re wrong there, Connie. I saw him countin’ a big roll this morning in the bunk house.”
“I don’t know where he’d get it,” Connie said, frowning thoughtfully. “He was stony broke when he came here, and he’s not even received his wages since then. What do you think of Jim, Lefty?”
“Oh, I guess he’s all right. He minds his own business and that’s somethin’.”
“I like him too,” said Connie. “Lefty, I’m thinking of giving you and Jim new jobs. I suppose you’ve heard about my idea to turn this place into a dude ranch?”
“Yeh, I did hear somethin’ about it, but I figgered you wouldn’t do anything rash like that.”
“I don’t believe it’s a rash idea at all,” Connie said, smiling. “If I hadn’t been held up everything would have worked out beautifully. But now I’m in the business whether I like it or not. My first prize dude arrives Monday, and there may be others.”
“What’s this new job?” Lefty asked uneasily.
“You and Jim are to wrangle the dudes—if we snare any. I thought you could take Mr. Postil riding and fishing. And we’ll plan special little over-night camping trips—anything to keep folks entertained.”