“What do you know about them two fellers goin’ out to the Taylor ranch?” he demanded of Barnhardt.
“Eh?” Lee looked up quickly. “Oh, yes. What about ’em?”
“That’s what I want to know, by ——!”
“You’re sore about something, ain’t you, Tex?”
“Yo’re —— right I am! Who authorized them two punchers to run that place?”
“Well, I didn’t. It wasn’t any of my business. Tex, you don’t need to get drunk and come roaring into my office. I never sent them out there. It seems to me that Miss Taylor was perfectly willing to have them go out there. And they talked with old Apostle Paul. Don’t hop me; hop them.”
“Hop, ——!” Tex leaned on the desk and glared at Barnhardt.
“Go to it, Tex. Hop anything you want to, but leave me out. Did you offer to run the ranch for her?”
“I did, —— it!”
Lee smiled at Tex’s flushed face.