“Ne’mind,” said Honey. “He wouldn’t get it, unless yuh wrote it out on paper, Hartley.
“Who the —— are yuh hittin’ around?” demanded Chet. “My ——, you ain’t got no feelin’s a-tall, have yuh, Honey? Some day I’m goin’ to pack a club for you.”
“I’ll use it on yuh,” nodded Honey, laughing.
“Aw, quit foolin’!” snorted Vane. “We’ve got to decide —— quick on what to do about this. Where are these cattle, Hartley?”
“I don’t know,” replied Hashknife. “Perhaps they are on their way into Sunland Basin.”
“Through the railroad route?” queried Chet.
“They haven’t gone over Kiopo Pass,” said Jack.
Marsh Hartwell swore feelingly,
“We might have known that Eph King was up to some dirty work. There has been a reason for his delay in tryin’ to put sheep below the dead-line.”
“We’re between the —— and the deep, blue sea,” said old Sam Hodges. “King knew he had us cinched. Any time we go chasin’ after our cows he’ll put the sheep across. And I’m bettin’ that he’ll know when we start after the rustlers.”