Frank could not repress a smile at the result of the contest.
It was a contest wholly peculiar to Western life, seen in counterpart nowhere else upon the face of the earth.
Diamond Jake and Silver Sam were around cashing their bets in their order but soon returned to Frank’s side.
“Excuse us, strangers,” said Jake, with a grin. “P’r’aps seein’ the Buster unhossed warn’t quite so important as the bizness we were talkin’ about, but you’ll admit it was mighty interesting.”
“Yes,” agreed Frank. “It was extremely interesting, I will own.”
Silver Sam came up now.
“Well, now that the scrap is over,” he said, brusquely, “let’s get to bizness.”
“I am ready,” said Frank.
“Good fer you. Then it’s decided, is it, that we go up and try to rout out the gang? If we can drive ’em down onto the plain you’ll look after ’em?”
“I will try to,” said Frank. “When are you going to bring action?”