‘Morgan’s probably takin’ over this place,’ said Spike. ‘He’ll be the stud road-runner of the Black Horse River country, I suppose.’
Dell wanted to shake the dice again, and, while they were arguing over the game, Morgan came from the private room. Hashknife stepped away from the bar and met Morgan near the door.
‘I ain’t had a chance to speak with Miss Lane about takin’ that job,’ he told Morgan. ‘I dunno how she’ll feel about it now,’ and he told Morgan about the evidence which would release her brother.
‘I heard about it,’ replied Dave. ‘Lem told me about it.’
‘Oh, yuh met him, eh?’
‘Yeah. Well, if she don’t want the job, I’ll rustle another cook. You and yore pardner and the kid can take the jobs, can’t yuh?’
‘Might do that, Morgan. Anyway, I’ll talk it over with yuh to-morrow.’
‘That’s fine. I’m takin’ over this place, too.’
‘Goin’ to run it yourself?’
‘Ain’t decided yet. I’ll see yuh to-morrow.’