"What's the dope?" asked Buck, producing his tobacco and the inevitable brown papers.
"Jest lookin' the landscape over an' scoutin' around for news," answered Purvis.
"Pick up anything?"
"Yeh. Ran across some tenderfoot squatters jest out of Elkhead."
Buck grunted and lighted his cigarette.
"Which you've been sort of scarce around the outfit lately," went on
Purvis.
"I'm headin' for the bunch now," said Buck.
"D'you bring along that gun of mine I left at your house?"
"Didn't think of it."
"Let's drop back to your house an' get it. Then I'll ride up to the camp with you."