CHAPTER XXV
"THEY'RE RUNNIN' ME OUTA TOWN"
Jumbo Wilkins came wheezing into the Sunset Trail corral, where Jack Roberts was mending a broken bridle. "'Lo, Tex. Looks like you're gittin' popular, son. Folks a-comin' in fifty miles for to have a little talk with you."
The eyes of the Ranger grew intelligent. He knew Jumbo's habit of mind. The big line-rider always made the most of any news he might have.
"Friends of mine?" asked Jack casually.
"Well, mebbe friends ain't just the word. Say acquaintances. You know 'em well enough to shoot at and to blacksnake 'em, but not well enough to drink with."
"Did they say they wanted to see me?"
"A nod is as good as a wink to a blind bronc. They said they'd come to make you hard to find."
The Ranger hammered down a rivet carefully. "Many of 'em?"