“In the early morning I will ride to Phelps’ ranch and talk with——”
“Talking won’t do any good.”
“This talking will,” was the calm response.
“’Specially,” grinned the old trapper, “when Buffler backs up his palaverin’ in his customary way.”
The sky pilot turned on the scout.
“Do you really intend, Buffalo Bill,” he asked, “to visit Phelps’ ranch alone?”
“Yes.”
“Will it be safe for you to do so?”
A flicker of smiles ran around the faces of the pards.
“I think it will be safe, Brother Jordan,” answered the scout gravely. “It is not my habit to tangle up with a situation I don’t think I can handle.”