"Well, I was thinkin’—could n’t help it; an’ I was drawin’ a contrast that hurt. Hoppy, I ’m not goin’ to stay here longer ’n I can help; you don’t need me a little bit, an’ if you took me in yore outfit it ’d be only because you want to help me. This ain’t no place for me—I need excitement, clean, purposeful excitement, an’ you fellows have made this part of th’ country as quiet as a Quaker meetin’. I ’ve been thinkin’ Buck needs somebody that ’ll stick to him—an’ there ain’t nothin’ I won’t do for Buck. So I ’m goin’ to pull my freight north, but _not_ as Tex Ewalt." "Tex, if you do that I ’ll be able to sleep better o’ nights," was the earnest reply. "We ’d like to have you. You know that, but it might mean life to Buck if he had you. Lord, but could n’t you two raise h—l if you started! He ’ll be tickled half to death to see you—there will be at least one man he won’t have to suspect." Tex considered a moment. "He won’t see me—to know me. I ’m one man when I ’m known, when I ’ve declared myself; I can be two or three if I don’t declare myself. One fighting man won’t do him much good—if I could take th’ outfit along we would n’t waste no time in strategy. Th’ rest of th’ population, hostile to Buck, would move out as we rode in—an’ they would n’t come back. No, I ’m playing th’ stranger to Buck. Somebody ’s goin’ to pay me for it, too. An’ th’ pay ’ll not be in money but in results. I won’t starve, not as long as people like to play cards. I quit that, you know; but if I do play, it ’ll be part of my bigger game." "I feel sorry for th’ card-playin’ population if you figger you ought to eat," smiled Hopalong, reminiscently. "If I ’d ’a’ knowed about Buck, I ’d ’a’ gone to Montana ’stead of comin’ here, an’ saved some valuable time," Tex observed. "But as far as that goes, Tex, they can’t do much before Spring, anyhow," Hopalong remarked, thoughtfully. "An’ it’s yore own fault," he added. "We wanted to send you th’ news occasionally, but you never let us know where you was. We ’d ’a’ liked to hear from you, too." "Yes, I reckon I ’ve got time enough; besides, I need th’ exercise," agreed Tex. "How is it you never wrote?" asked Hopalong, curiously. Tex left his seat and walked to the door. "Take a walk with me—this ain’t no place to tell a story like that." "I ’ve got somethin’ better ’n that—I want to go down to th’ H2 an’ see my father-in-law for a couple of minutes. Never met him, did you? We can ride slow an’ have lots of time. Be with you in a minute," and Hopalong hastened to ask his wife if she had any word to send to her father. He joined Tex at the bunkhouse, now deserted except for Lee Hop, and in a minute they left for the H2. As they rode, Tex told his story.