"Gentleman John, the cattle king," explained Red Morton. "He told my brother some time ago that he'd like to buy it, if the price was low. Joe refused then, but reckon it'll be different now."
Kid Wolf raised his brows slightly.
"Is this—ah—Gentleman John the right sort of hombre?" he drawled.
"Why, I guess so," said Red in surprise. "He's one o' the biggest cattlemen in three States."
The Texan was silent for a moment, then he smiled.
"Wheah are yo' headed fo' now?" he asked.
"Why, we're on the trail of the stolen herd," Red replied, "and we intend to stop at the sod house and tell my brother, Joe, what's happened—that is, if he don't already know. Maybe he's had trouble, himself."
"If we find any of that Blacksnake gang, we'll fight," Lefty Warren spoke up. "The odds are mighty bad against us, but they got one o' the best punchers in the valley when they drilled Sam Whiteman."
"I'm interested," Kid Wolf told them. "Do yo' mind if I throw in with yo'?"
"Do we mind?" repeated Red joyously. "Say, it would shore be great!
And—well, Joe and I will try and make it right with yuh."