"Well, what'll we do now?"
"Watch him after it gets dark."
"Right."
"Do you think they're after the cattle or is it Royce they want?" Jack asked a few minutes later.
"Both, I imagine. Jeb was telling me the other day that the man Hains is a man who never forgets a real or a fancied wrong and that it's his boast that no man ever crossed him and didn't pay up for it."
"Lovely disposition, I'll say."
As soon as supper was over the boys went out by the shack and pitched horse shoes with those of the hands that were on the day shift. Los Varney was there, but took no part in the game declaring that he was too tired, and soon after eight he reckoned he'd turn in.
"Hitting the hay early, ain't yer, Los?" one of the men asked.
"Yep, yer see I been fixin' fence all day an' I ain't used ter the job. Good night."
"Night, Los," they all sang out as he entered the shack.