“What’s new on the robbery?” asked Butch.
“Nothin’ much, Butch. He got a hundred and thirty-two thousand dollars’ worth.”
“What do yuh know about that! Gosh, that was worth goin’ after, Slim.”
“Shore was.”
“Who have we here?” grunted DuMond.
Hashknife and Sleepy were riding up through the big gate, heading directly to the ranch-house.
“I never seen them two before,” said DuMond.
“Howdy,” greeted Butch, getting to his feet.
The two cowboys dismounted and led their horses up to the porch.
“Howdy, folks,” smiled Hashknife. “Is this the Half-Box R outfit?”