"This isn't Rattlesnake County, young man," corrected the land agent.
"This is San Felipe County."
"Oh, excuse me," murmured the Texan, "maybe I got that idea because of the lahge numbah of snakes——"
"There's no more snakes here than——" the other began.
"I meant the human kind," explained Kid Wolf mildly.
Major Stover's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "What do yuh want with me?" he demanded.
"Did yo' offah ten thousand dollahs fo' the S Bar Ranch?"
"That is none of yore business!"
"No?" drawled Kid Wolf patiently. "Yo' might say that I am heah as
Mrs. Thomas' agent."
The major looked startled. "Where's yore credentials?" he snapped, after a brief pause.
Kid Wolf merely smiled and tapped the butts of his six-guns. "Heah, sah," he murmured. "I'm askin' yo'."