“To see me? What for, Jimmy?”
“It made me laugh,” said Jimmy seriously. “You probably won’t see anythin’ funny about it. When Dad and Slim Regan left here this mornin’, Dad got the idea of goin’ to see Conley. I suppose he was goin’ to tell Conley what he thought of him. Dad would, you know. He hasn’t any sense of humor, I guess. And Slim’s a sort of a fool, too. He’d back any play that Dad started. So they went over to see Conley—or rather that seems to have been their idea. It—”
“Say!” blurted Roaring anxiously.
“Who got killed?”
“Oh, it wasn’t that bad, Roarin’. They got in reach of Conley’s Winchester, and Dad’s horse got killed. He piled on behind Slim, and they high-tailed it for the ranch. Dawn has the idea that you might be able to do somethin’. Might go out and explain to the old man that—”
“Me? Me go out there and—and— yea-a-a-ah! Like hell!”
“Well, go down and talk with her, Roarin’. She’s upset.”
“So was your pa,” grinned Wind River Jim.
“But I can’t do a thing,” protested Roaring.
“Is the old man crazy?” asked Hashknife.