Blascom shook his head. He could do nothing else. He turned and faced the crowd, telling it to go ahead and stake out claims where each man had started to, on condition that there was to be no more jumping and that they join him in putting up a solid front against any newcomers other than partners. The scowls died out, heads nodded, and the hustle and bustle began again from where it had left off. Tex called the Siamesed pair to him and they listened, with their eyes glowing, to Blascom’s offer of limited partnership, Hank nearly swallowing his cud when asked if he was satisfied with the terms. Sinful smelled a rat and looked properly suspicious, his keen old mind racing along on the theory that no one ever gave away anything valuable. Suddenly he grinned so expansively that a generous stream of tobacco juice rolled down his sharp chin. "Us three ag’in’ that gang," he mused. "Huh! Fair enough, _I_ says. Hank an’ me can lick ’em by ourselves. Can’t we, Hank?" "Shore!" promptly answered the other weather-beaten old rascal. "We shore kin, Sinful!" Tex smiled at the cheerful old reprobates, bound closer together now than ever they had been before. "I ought to dump th’ pair of you in th’ new jail," he said, "though it shore wouldn’t get no benefit from it. Yo’re a pair of land pirates an’ you both ought to be hung from th’ yardarm of some cottonwood tree. Hold out yore hands till I turn you loose. You two youngsters want to keep th’ bargain, or I _will_ hang you!" "Glad to git shet of them cuffs," growled Sinful. "Hank takes sich long steps an’ walks sideways, th’ old fool. We’ll play square, won’t we, Hank? There; he said so, too. We allus has felt kind of friendly to Blascom, ain’t we, Hank? Shore we has. An’ he needs us to keep our eyes on them blasted claim jumpers. ’Sides, he’s a friend of yourn, Marshal: an’ we ain’t forgettin’ them few dollars we won from you t’other night--_are_ we, Hank?" His shrewd old eyes baffled Tex’s attempt to read just what he thought about the poker game. "We ain’t!" emphatically replied Hank, spitting copiously and vehemently. "We’ll make these claim jumpers herd close to home; yes, sir, by glory!" He paused a moment and leaned nearer to his companion’s ear. "_Won’t_ we, Sinful?" he suddenly shouted. "Who you yowlin’ at that way?" blazed Sinful, and then his eyes popped wide open in frank surprise. "Cussed if th’ doc ain’t got th’ fever, too!" he ejaculated. "Here he comes up th’ crick! Beats all how news does spread! An’, great Jerus’lam: if he ain’t as sober as a watched Puritan!" Nodding right and left Doctor Horn rode slowly among the busy claim jumpers and drew rein in front of Tex and his companions.