"Wasn't it you told me once about bumpin' into a rustler doin' business whilst you was ridin' the line?"
"At the mouth of Box Cañon—yes."
"Well, wha's the matter with you scoutin' up Box Cañon an' seein' what you find?"
"They're roostin' up there somewheres. I'll bet a hat on that."
"How many boys you want with you?"
Jack considered. "One. I'll take Ridley if you don't mind."
"He's a tenderfoot," suggested Ellison doubtfully. "Won't be of any help to you a-tall in cutting sign. If you leave him he's liable to get lost. Better take Moser, hadn't you?"
"Rather have Ridley. He doesn't claim to know it all. Besides, we've got to break him in sometime."
"Suits me if he does you. It's yore party."
"We'll start in the mo'nin'."