“Say, boys,” he observed, when he got a chance to 175 speak, “I only left Jim Thorpe a while back. He rode in to see me. He didn’t give me word of this.”
It was Abe Horsley who explained.
“McLagan came in looking for him. Jim’s only got the week old stuff. The news hit the ranch at sundown to-day.”
Peter nodded.
“I see.”
“You’ll see more, Peter,” broke in Smallbones viciously. “You’ll see a vigilance committee right here, if this gambol don’t quit. Barnriff don’t stand for cattle-duffin’ worth a cent.”
“Upsets trade,” lumbered Jake Wilkes, with the tail of his eye on the busy Smallbones.
Gay laughed ponderously.
“Smallbones’ll show us how to form a corporation o’ vigilantes. Though it ain’t a finance job.”
“Ay, that I will. I’m live anyways. I’ve had to do with ’em before.”