“Oh, I’ll lend yuh a good bronc. I’ve got a dozen out at the ranch, if yuh don’t mind forkin’ one that might do a little buckin’.”
“I’ll take him to-night, Kelton; and a little buckin’ is good for yore digestion. If he’s real good I’ll accept him as my end of the bet.”
“You ain’t serious, are yuh?” asked Harry.
“Never was more serious in my life.”
Harry shook his head as they went to the War Dance Saloon.
“I don’t sabe yuh,” he declared.
“Don’t let that get yuh down,” laughed Cultus. “Nobody else ever did, as far as that’s concerned.”
They found Alden Marsh still at the bar. He glared at Cultus, but said nothing. That one experience had cured him of taking chances with Cultus. But he stuck to his post at the bar, while they had a drink together. Oscar Link was still tending bar to help out Butch Van Deen, and when he offered to set up the drinks, Cultus declined.
“One drink is plenty,” he said. “I’m goin’ out to the JK for supper, and I want to be in a condition to enjoy all of it. This Chinese restaurant food has almost weaned me.”
Alden looked him over owlishly, his elbows hooked over the top of the bar. Finally he lurched away from the bar and walked unsteadily out of the saloon and Oscar snorted disgustedly.