"Why, that bullying greaser—what's his name? That Mexican who's been in trouble a dozen times——"
"Black Ramon De Barrios?"
"That's the rooster! We heard he had the nerve to show up in town, and I'm riding in to see if I can't pick up some fellows and head him off."
"I guess you're too late, Walt."
"How do you know? You only just got in to-day from the East. I met your father a while back, and he told me."
"I know, but we've had time to meet Black Ramon and put something on our side of the book against him."
"Say—tell me." The other's tone held amazement.
"Come on and ride back with us, and I'll tell you as we go along. Black Ramon's on Mexican soil by this time or soon will be."
Their adventures were soon related, and by the time Jack's narrative was concluded, the lights and welcoming voices of Agua Caliente were before them.