A burly individual slouched through the doorway and stood looking out from under his bushy brows at Spearman.
The foreman's careless air left him in a flash. He fell back a step.
"Roscoe!"
"Surest thing you know," replied the burly individual, "Roscoe, Sheriff of Burleigh. Now, what's been going on here?"
There was something humorous, after that, in Spearman's attempt to explain. The whole story was finally given by Matt, and listened to with attention.
The sheriff, when all the details were in, drew a large slab of tobacco from his pocket and nibbled off a corner.
"Who's got the money that was won at the bunk house?" he asked calmly.
"Slim, thar," answered Spearman.
"Fork over, Slim."
Slim promptly tossed the bag to Roscoe.