“Everybody will be worked up before we are through. It’s the biggest thing, Benner, that ever happened in this Brazos country.”
“Why are you taking Phelps along?”
“Because he must hear what we hear, and see what we see. That’s of the utmost importance.”
“Can’t I go to Phelps’ ranch with you?” suggested Benner. “I know Hank pretty well, and, if he gets ugly, perhaps I could help you handle him.”
“No, Benner,” answered the scout firmly, “I prefer to go alone. You ride with Perry, Dunbar and my pards. They have nothing but friendly feelings for you now. Have your cowboys watch the Star-A ranch until we get back there.”
“Just as you say. I’m a good soldier, Cody, and know how to obey my superior officer. Is that all?”
“Yes.”
“Adios, then.”
Benner wheeled his horse and rode back along the trail to the Star-A. The scout spurred into faster gait, and laid a rapid course in the direction of the H-P ranch.
Benner turned to look back at him.