"It's his first love," said Stover, simply. The other foreman exploded into hoarse laughter, saying:
"I didn't reckon I was treadin' on the toes of no bereafed relatif's, but them church tunes ain't my style. However, we're wastin' time, gents. Where's that bunk-house? Nothin' but money talks loud enough for me to hear. Good-day, white folks!" Gallagher saluted Miss Chapin and her friends with a flourish, and moved away in company with the cowboys.
"I never," said Glass, "seen so many tough guys outside of a street-car strike."
"Gallagher has been in prison," Jean informed him. "He's a wonderful shot."
"I knew it!"
Speed spoke up brightly: "Well, let's go back to the house and wait for Covington."
"But you were getting ready to go running," said Helen.
"No more running for me! I'm in good enough shape, eh, Larry?"
"Great! Barring the one thing."
"What's that?" queried Fresno.