“I’ve seen some pretty good men on both sides,” agreed Len.
“Speakin’ of people yuh don’t like, Len,” said Breezy, “we saw Amos Baggs to-day, after he was out to the Box S. He shore was fit to be tied. Said that Whisperin’ and Sailor ran him off the ranch. Gee, he shore was boilin’.”
Len smiled thoughtfully.
“I guess he would be. I didn’t know they ran him off.”
“Well, that’s the way he’d put it, Len. Said he was goin’ to have the lady boss fire both of ’em.”
“He did, eh?” The greenish-gray eyes hardened for a moment. “Mebbe the lady will have somethin’ to say about it, Breezy.”
“I was thinkin’ that myself. How do yuh like her, Len?”
“Well, she’s all right, I reckon. Don’t know anythin’ about the business, of course.” He smiled suddenly. “Gives Whisperin’ and Sailor somethin’ to quarrel about. Sailor swears he don’t like her and that he’ll quit the job the first time he gets a chance. But I’d hate to be the person to say a word against her where he could hear it.”
Harry Cole came back and walked up to Len.
“I took him home and had one of the boys get a doctor,” he told Len. “Charley is in bad shape.”