"Yo're right," Johnny and Chuck chorused, loudly.
"Life's a funny thing," Loudon rambled on, speaking quite rapidly. "Here we run our legs off after them two fellahs, an' they turn 'round an' come back to us all prompt an' unexpected. I guess I'll water that hoss an' take his saddle off."
He turned back. The others crawled up on the corral fence.
"Wish I'd thought o' the hoss," grumbled Johnny. "I want somethin' to do."
With shaking fingers he rolled a cigarette and spilled most of the tobacco. The clamour within the ranch house suddenly became louder.
"He shore takes it hard," muttered Chuck Morgan, repressing a shudder with difficulty.
Loudon slid around the corner of the ranch house and joined them on the top rail.
"Thought yuh was goin' to water the hoss," said Chuck.
"Telescope's goin' to use him," said Loudon, and endeavoured to whistle "The Zebra Dun."
"I'm kind o' glad to know who did plug me that time," remarked Johnny.