“Ta-ta, son!” cried Jim, “another thousand little bucklets in six months and you are fully paid up. Dirty, rotten fraud,––eh, my wee mannie!”
At the door Jim raised his voice.
“Thanks, fellows! Phil and I are going ranching and we haven’t time for booze any more, but you go on down to the Kenora and tell Charlie Mack to give you a couple of rounds each at my expense. I’ll ’phone him as soon as we get home.
“You’re a dog-goned bunch of real, live sports,––every mother’s son of ye.”
CHAPTER XIX
Ranching De Luxe
A team of horses and a wagon were standing at the front entrance to Mrs. Clunie’s boarding house.
It was the same team and wagon that Jim Langford took over from Rattlesnake Dalton with the Brantlock Ranch.