"Old Hooper knows the cat is out of the bag now," I suggested as we rode along.
"He sure does."
"Do you think he'll stick: or will he get out?"
"He'll stick."
"I don't know——" I argued, doubtfully.
"I do," with great positiveness.
"Why are you so sure?"
"There are men in the brush all around his ranch to see that he does."
"For heaven's sake how many have you got together?" I cried, astonished.
"About three hundred," said Jed.