"What odd names!" remarked Alice to Pete Batso, who constituted himself a sort of guide to Ruth and her sister.
"They call Dick Jones 'Buster' because he's a good bronco trainer, or buster," the foreman said. "And Necktie Harry got his handle because he's so fussy about his ties. I'll wager he's got three, all different," and the foreman seemed to think that a great number.
"You should see our Mr. Towne," laughed Paul, who had joined the girls. "I guess he must have thirty!"
"Thirty!" cried Pete. "What is he—a wholesale dealer?"
"Pretty nearly," admitted Paul.
"Say, Pete!" called one of the cowboys, "can't some of them actor folks do a song and dance?"
The foreman looked questioningly at Alice, with whom he was already on friendly terms because of her happy frankness.
"I'm afraid that isn't in our line," she said.
"I'll do that little sketch I did with Miss Pennington and Miss Dixon," offered Paul, who had been in vaudeville. "I've got my banjo and——"
"Ki-yi, fellows! We're going to have a show!" yelled Bow Backus. "Come on!" and he fired his revolver in the air.