"What would I do with him if you got him?" snapped the old-timer.
"You could turn him loose again," suggested Roberts, not entirely without sarcasm.
"If you boys were worth the powder to blow you-all up—!" exploded the veteran.
"Instead of bein' a jackpot bunch of triflin' no-account scalawags," murmured Jack.
"—You'd hustle out an' get evidence against 'em."
"Sounds reasonable." The Ranger lifted his heels to the seat of a second chair and rolled him a cigarette.
"You'd find out where they're hidin' the cattle they rustle."
"Are you givin' me an assignment, Captain?"
"You done said it, son. There's a bunch of rustled stock up in the rocks somewheres. You know it. Question is, can you find the cache?"
"I can try."