"All right—you ought to know," responded Murray, tactfully. "Who are th’ miracle-men that are goin’ to get th’ herd off that table-land an’ to Rankin without bein’ seen or leavin’ a trail?" "Big Saxe, th’ hunchback, is one," Dave explained. "Th’ trail we ’ll leave ain’t botherin’ us any. They won’t be missed till it’s too late to look for tracks—an’ by that time th’ cows ’ll be sold." Murray thought of one objection that would kill the plan without mercy: the railroad was not in the habit of accepting unaccredited cows for shipment; curiosity would be shown as to the brand, where it came from, who owned it, and other pertinent facts. But Dave was so hopeful, so earnest, that Murray decided to talk the matter over with Schatz before dispelling Dave’s dream. "Well, that’s true, Dave," he soberly replied. "When you think it over ca’m like, it ain’t so plumb foolish. Me an’ Slow Jack ’ll see what we can do—let you know as soon as we can. I got to poke along. But say, Dave; it’s shore death to anybody tryin’ to fool with _Cyclone_ cows along th’ river—tell th’ boys so they won’t try to throw over any more scabby cattle on us. Kinkaid is some peevish ’bout his north range gettin’ th’ itch. Got any more plans you want to tell about? All right—don’t get mad at _me_, Dave; I ’m only foolin’. So long." Murray had crossed the north line of his ranch before he emerged from his trance. Then he shook himself, laughed and looked around, urging the team to livelier efforts. He nursed his secret until after dark and then slipped away from the ranch and struck out toward Twin River. When he had gone a mile in this direction he wheeled sharply and urged his pony toward the trail along the Little Jill. Arriving at the Schatz domicile he reconnoitred a little and then slipped up to the kitchen door and drummed lightly on it. Schatz opened it and dragged the visitor inside. "You must nod come to see me more as iss necessary," began the German. "It iss such carelessness as puts peoples in chails. Vat iss it dis time?" Murray, grinning, unfolded Dave’s plans to the astonished German, who could only grunt his surprise and disgust. Suddenly Schatz brightened and a faint twinkle came into his eye. "Dot iss a goot plan, Murray. A very goot plan. _Aber_ it goes too far. Dose railroad peoples vould spoil it quick. You get der herd like Dave says, more if you can; und hold it till _I_ say somet’ing. Neffer mind vat Dave say—he iss _ein verruchter Mensch_. But ven _I_ say somet’ing, den you do it. _Verstanden_?" "All right, Schatz," agreed Murray, smiling. "I ’ll back yore play to th’ limit, every time. But what ’ll I say to Dave when he gets anxious?" "He von’t ged anxious. I vill speak der vord before he haf time to ged anxious. I vill tell vat to do mit dot herd, und it von’t be vat Dave vants." "Then I ’ll tell Slow Jack that th’ collection takes place. Anything else?"