"Yuh shore can. The 88, huh? Well, I wish yuh luck. When yuh need any more help, let me know."
"Thanks, Jack. I knowed I could count on yuh."
"I'll get Johnny right away."
"No, to-morrow 'll do. There's somethin' I want Johnny to do first. I'd like him to ride over to the Bar S an' tell Chuck Morgan that if he feels like makin' a change there's a job waitin' for him at the Flyin' M. I hate to take one of his men away from Old Salt, but it's root hog or die. I need another man, an' Chuck'll just fill the bill."
"Lemme fix it up. I can borrow Chuck for yuh. Old Salt'll listen to me. No, I won't have to tell him nothin' about yore business. Leave it to me."
"All right. That's better'n takin' Chuck away from him. Yuh needn't mention no name, but yuh can guarantee to Old Salt that Chuck's wages will be paid while he's off, o' course. Yuh can tell Chuck on the side that Scotty Mackenzie will do the payin'."
"Scotty, huh? I did hear how he lost a bunch o' hosses. How many—two hundred, wasn't it?"
"One hundred. But that's enough."
"Yuh don't suspect the 88, do yuh? Why, the Flyin' M is two hundred mile north."
"What's two hundred mile to the 88? An' didn't Scotty ride it just to find out whether I was straight or a murderer?"