“Shall we go to the Lazy B and eat?” asked Slim.
Hashknife shook his head.
“No time to eat, Slim. Is there a place where we can cross the river down here?”
“Yeah, there’s the old Circle M crossin’. They herd cattle across once in a while.”
“That’s fine. Lead us to it.”
“My ⸺ , you’d think he was a sailor!” wailed Sleepy. “He must be crazy about water. Oh, well, there’s no use arguin’ with him, Slim.”
“You won’t miss yore breakfast,” assured Hashknife. “If I was as fat as you are I’d welcome a fast.”
“I don’t mind the breakfast but I’d like to know what it’s all about,” said Slim.
“Well, yuh won’t know,” declared Sleepy. “This jigger never tells. He’s a single-handed secret society, he is, Slim.”
Hashknife merely laughed and swung in beside them.