"Look a-here, Buck. You ain’t goin’ to tell me as how Rose—" "Not by a jugful! That’s a flower without a stain, Ned, an’ I backs her with my whole pile." "Here, too," coincided Ned, in hearty accord. "We lost th’ trail, Ned." "You bet!" "In th’ Jill." "Took a boat," suggested Ned, solemnly. Buck concealed his amusement. "Or a balloon," he offered. "Mebby," assented Ned. "Could n’t pick her up agin, nohow." "Not if we ’d had a dog," declared Buck. "Or a’ Injun," supplemented Ned. They gazed at one another for a second and, of one mind, spun their horses around and off for the ranch like thoroughbreds at the drop of the flag. "I just thought o’ Charley," explained Buck. "Here, too," grunted Ned. "Might talk," said Buck. "You bet." Charley heard them coming. When he saw them, the explanation to his untutored mind was a race. Determined to be in at the finish, he laid the quirt to his pony with enthusiastic zeal, casting a rapid glance over his shoulder, now and then, to see if he were holding his own. It was a sight to see the tireless little pony wake up under punishment. He had covered twenty miles that day and over forty the day before, but he shot forward on his wiry legs like a startled jack-rabbit and in one-two-three order they thundered up to the ranch house with a noise that brought Mary to the door. "Well, Buck Peters!" she exclaimed, "ain’t you _never_ goin’ to grow up? Yo’re worse’n that loco husband o’ mine, right now." Buck grinned at the abashed Ned and winked knowingly at Mary. He and Mary were very good friends, Buck long ago having gauged her sterling worth and become aware of her mischievous propensity for teasing. As he led Charley indoors he asked for Hopalong and learned that he had set off for Twin River soon after his arrival at the ranch house. * * * * * Hopalong had taken his cue from Buck without question but not without curiosity. On his way to the house he decided, not without a longing thought in the direction of Red Connors, foreman _pro tem_ of the Bar-20, that Tex Ewalt would be all the better for a knowledge of recent events. Therefore he paused only long enough to inform Mary of his intention before starting in search of him. At Twin River he pulled up at the Why-Not and went in for a drink. Tex was standing at the bar and ten minutes after Hopalong left, Tex had overtaken him on the Wayback trail. They struck off through the undergrowth until secure from observation, and Tex was soon acquainted with the latest attempt at stock reduction. He listened silently until Hopalong mentioned the kind of man who had done the killing. "Big Saxe," he exclaimed. "So, that’s his game. Well, we got ’em now, Hopalong. I can lay my hands on that cow-killer right soon, an’ he ’ll squeal, you bet. An’ I got a long way to go. _Adios_."