"Not onless she went thar o' her own accord—which I don't reckon possible."
"And your claim doesn't join the Traquair quarter section?"
"Oh, but that's rich!" whooped Siwash Charley, wiping his bleared eyes.
When Matt's amazement left him he felt a sense of relief. It was something to know that Mrs. Traquair wasn't in danger, something to feel that he had now only himself to think about.
"I'm hungry," said Pecos Jones, throwing himself down on the shelf. "Got any grub, Siwash?"
"Don't I allers have grub?" returned Siwash. "It's thar in the cupboard, Pecos. Help yerself."
Pecos helped himself to a chunk of beef and a handful of crackers.
"I reckon," he observed as he ate, "I ought ter have a good bit o' money fer what I done, eh, Siwash?"
Siwash Charley immediately grew cold and formal.
"Why, you little wart," he answered, "how much pay d'ye want fer goin 'ter Totten an' back? Ain't sixty dollars enough?"