"No; but there are two or three of his men along with our outfit, and if you want to come out there with me, some one of them may be going over to his place before long, and could take you there. It's a perfectly plain road from here out to the ranch, just as soon as a man knows the road, but if he doesn't know it, he's liable to get lost a good many times before he gets there." "Yes," said Ross, "I told Donald that it was a plain road out to the Sturgis ranch, but that there were about twenty roads turning off from it, and it wouldn't be easy to take the right one." "Have you got a horse to ride?" asked Mason. "No," answered Donald, "I have no horse; but I was going to buy a horse and saddle, or perhaps two horses, here in town. Mr. Ross says that he has one that he would either sell or hire, and that he thinks he could find another that I could use as a pack horse." "Are you used to the saddle?" "Yes; I have ridden a little." "Let's go back to my house," said Ross, "and sit down and talk it over, and I can soon find out what we can do about horses." As they walked back up the street, Ross turned to Mason. "So you've finished up all your business, have you, Jack?" he asked. "Yes; I'm ready to pull my freight as soon as I can put the saddle on my horse." "Well," commented Ross, with a little twinkle of his eye, "it seems to me you got through pretty quick." "So, so," drawled Mason. "It didn't take me long after I once got at it." "Well," said Ross, "I don't want to quarrel with you, Jack Mason; but you look to me like the biggest fool that I've seen since I come into Wyoming Territory." Mason laughed heartily. "Come on, come on, Ross," he said. "What's your riddle? What do you mean?" "Why," Ross answered, "I believe you didn't come into this town for a single thing except to find Claib Wood and break him all up, when the chances were all in his favor that he'd kill you before you could bat an eye." "Oh, come, Ross," said Mason; "you're doing a lot of guessing. Didn't I tell you when I first came into town that I didn't know that Claib Wood was here?" "Yes, you did say that, but I'll bet you a new suit of clothes that if you didn't know he was here, you felt mighty sure that he was; and that if you hadn't felt sure you wouldn't have come to town." "If I had an imagination like yours, Ross," laughed Mason, "and could use a pen a little better than I can, I'd have made a fortune long ago writing for the newspapers." "Oh, come off, Jack," returned Ross. "I've known you too long. Don't give me any guff of that kind." They reached the door of Ross's house, and Mason changed the subject. "I understand that you've got a horse and saddle for Mr. Donald. Is that so?" "Right," answered Ross.