“The way Hank Phelps feels toward us, Buffalo Bill,” said Perry, “it’s doubtful whether he would agree to go.”
“I think he’ll go, all right, if the invitation is handed to him in the right way.”
“Arter what happened hyar last night,” chuckled Nomad, “d’ye opine Phelps would accept any o’ our invitation, no matter how et was handed ter him?”
“I reckon he will. You see, to make sure the invitation is given as it should be, I intend to offer it myself.”
They all stared at that.
“How ye goin’ ter work et?” demanded Nomad.
“I’m going to ride to the H-P ranch directly after breakfast.”
“All o’ us with ye?”
“Certainly not, Nick. Do you imagine that I would take Nate over to Phelps’ place, while things are as we have them now? It would be worse than foolish. I’m going to call on Phelps alone.”
“Don’t!” begged Perry. “Ruffianly work will be done, Buffalo Bill. I know Phelps better than you do. He’s probably as crazy mad over what happened to Jake as any of his men. You’ll have more on your hands than you can attend to.”