“I’ve bought stuff from him.”
“Then buy some more stuff from him, Lige! Buy as much as you can, but don’t take the stuff or pay him the money until he’ll promise to help us.”
“Ole Abe Isaacs would sell his soul if he saw a chance for profit. I can make a deal with him, but what in blazes can that old Jew do for us?”
“I’ll tell you later, Lige, when——”
“Oh, be hanged to you.”
Lige Benner whirled away and stepped into the open door. As he did so, a cowboy hurried up from the foot of the hill.
“Feller down there wants a job, Benner,” grinned the cowboy.
“I’ve got all the men I want.”
“He’s a hoss thief, I reckon,” went on the cowboy, “an’——”
“If you’re sure of that,” cut in Benner sharply, “send the fellow to Hackamore with a couple of the men.”