"Figures don’t lie, an’ logic is logic," laughed Tex. "Reckon we can’t finish th’ fence today; but it don’t make no difference, anyhow. Them chickens are as safe in th’ toolshed as they’d be up here. Did you close th’ doors when you left?" he demanded anxiously. "Yes; too many hungry, stray dogs around. I’d liked to ’a’ gone to th’ finish with you boys, but I got to get back to th’ ranch. Climb up behind me an’ I’ll let you off at th’ hotel." "I’ll wait for Murphy," replied Tex. "He’ll mebby need help about somethin’. I’m cussed glad to know you, Watkins; an’ I’ve shore had a circus today." "You pulled me out of a bad hole, Tex; an’ you shore as shootin’ dug one for yoreself. This town’s run by th’ miners, a lot of hoof-poundin’ grubs, with pack mules for pardners. There’s been feelin’s between us an’ them walkin’ fools," here he voiced the riders’ contempt for men who walked, "for a long time. Yo’re a puncher, an’ you shore come out flat an’ took sides today. Tell you what--either you come out to th’ ranch with me, or I’ll stay here in town with you. Come along: we’ll find you a good cayuse, an’ not rob you, neither." "Can’t do it, Tommy," replied Tex, warming to his new acquaintance. "I got my eye on a roan beauty an’ I’m goin’ to own him by tomorrow. He won’t cost me a red cent. So far’s danger is concerned, I ain’t in none that my tongue or my six-gun can’t get me out of. But I’ll ride out an’ pay yore outfit a visit after I get th’ roan." "That’s th’ third best cayuse in this section," replied Tommy. "Williams owns all three of ’em, too. There ain’t nothin’ on th’ ranch that can touch any of ’em." He paused and looked closely at his companion. "You heard any war-talk ag’in’ th’ agent?" "Only a rumblin’, far off," answered Tex. "Th’ dust ain’t plain yet, so I can’t tell how it’s headin’. What do you know about it?" "Not half as much as Murphy, I bet," replied Watkins. "You ask him. It’s a cussed shame for a man to be hounded by a pack of dogs. Well, I’m off. Remember that you got friends on th’ C Bar when you need ’em, which you shore as shootin’ will. We’ll come a-runnin’." He shook hands and went out, Tex loafing after him as far as the door. "Tim, I reckon you an’ Tex can manage to get along without me now, so I’ll drift along. I’m due at th’ ranch." "Whose?" asked Murphy carelessly, trying a post to see if it was well set. "Julius Caesar Curtis: Judy, for short," answered Watkins, holding out his hand. "You can leave th’ other four posts for me to set when I come in again," he grinned. "For a bye’s-sized chew av tobaccy I’d skin ye," chuckled Tim, shaking the hand heartily. "Much obliged, Thomas, me son. Come in an’ see us when ye can. There’s so few decent men in this part av th’ country that ye’ll be welcome as th’ flowers av spring." Tommy swung into the saddle, raised his hat to the woman who appeared in the kitchen door, and whirled around to leave.