"Have chairs, gentlemen," The Kid invited, as he carefully closed the door.
The trio took chairs about the table, looking questioningly at the stranger. The oldest of them picked up a deck of cards and began to shuffle them absently. Kid Wolf quietly took his place among the trio.
"Boys," he asked slowly, "do yuh want jobs?"
There was a pause, during which the three punchers exchanged glances.
"Lay yore cards face up, stranger," invited one of them. "We'll listen, anyway, but——"
"I want yo' to go to work fo' the S Bar," said The Kid crisply.
"That settles that," growled the oldest puncher, after sending a searching glance at the Texan's face. The others looked amazed. "No. We've quit the S Bar."
"Who suggested that yo' quit?" The Kid shot at them.
The man at the Texan's right flushed angrily. "I don't see that this is any of yore business, stranger," he barked.
"Men," said The Kid, and his voice was as chill as steel, "I'm makin' this my business! Yo're comin' back to work fo' the S Bar!"