"They're wise owls," commented Johnny Ramsay. "Say, Tom, did this shootin' party look anyways familiar?"
"The colour of his hoss was—some," replied Loudon. "Blakely was at the ranch last night, an' his hoss was a sorrel."
"What did I tell yuh?" exclaimed Johnny Ramsay. "What did I tell yuh? That Blakely tinhorn is one bad actor."
"I ain't none shore it was him. There's herds o' sorrel cayuses."
"Shore there are, but there's only one Blakely. Oh, it was him all right."
"Whoever it was, I'm goin' to wander over onto the 88 range to-morrow, if Red or Hock'll lend me a Winchester."
"Take mine," said Hockling. "Red's throws off a little."
"She does," admitted Red Kane, "but my cartridges don't. I'll give yuh a hull box."
Followed then much profane comment relative to the 88 ranch and the crass stupidity of Mr. Saltoun.
"I see yo're packin' a Winchester," said Loudon to Johnny Ramsay, when Hockling and Red had turned in.