"Yes," said he slowly, between puffs. "That's right. We aims to pull through, but we don't aim to take no lumber with us. You married?"
Lafond shook his head. "No! No! No!" he cried vehemently.
"That's all right. Got any cattle?"
"Four horses."
"That one of them?"
"Yes."
The scout arose, still with the same appearance of deliberation, and inspected the pony thoroughly, with the eye and movements of an expert.
"Others as good?" he inquired.
"Bettaire," assured Lafond.
"Wagon?" pursued the laconic Buckley.