"Oh, that's where he got it!" she exclaimed, bitterly.
"I guess. If you wouldn't mind telling me where McFluke's is, ma'am—"
"It's a little saloon and store on the Marysville road at the Lazy
River ford."
"It's new since my time then."
"It's been in operation maybe a year and a half. What makes you think someone is trying to steal our ranch?"
"Lots o' things," he told her, briskly. "But they ain't gonna do it if I can help it. Don't you fret. It will all come out right. Shore it will. Can't help it."
"But tell me how—what you know," she demanded.
"I haven't time now, unless you're coming with me to see Chuck."
"I can't—now."
"Then you ask Chuck later. I'll tell him all about it. You ask him. So long."