Saxton was not surprised when he returned to the ranch to find that Snyder had made no effort to obey his instructions. He made his visit unexpectedly, leaving the train at Great River, where he secured a horse and rode over to the ranch. He reached the house in the middle of the morning and found the front door bolted and barred on the inside. After much pounding he succeeded in bringing Snyder to the door, evidently both surprised and displeased at his interruption. "Howdy, boss," was the salutation of the frowsy custodian; "I wasn't feeling just right to-day and was takin' a little nap." The great hall showed signs of a carousal. The dirt had increased since Saxton's first appearance. Empty bottles that had been doing service as candlesticks stood in their greasy shrouds on the table. Saxton sat down on a keg, which had evidently been recently emptied, and lighted a pipe. He resolved to make quick work of Snyder. "How many cattle have you rounded up since I was here?" he demanded. "Well, to tell the truth," began Snyder, "there ain't been much time for doing that since you was here." "No; I suppose you were busy mending fences and cleaning house. Now you have been drawing forty dollars a month for doing nothing. I'll treat you better than you deserve and give you ten dollars bonus to get out. I believe the pony in the corral belongs to you. We'll let it go at that. Here's your money." "Well, I guess as Mr. Wheaton hired me, he'd better fire me," the fellow began, bringing his eye to bear upon Saxton. "Yes, I spoke to Mr. Wheaton about you. He understands that you're to go." "He does, does he?" Snyder replied with a sneer. "He must have forgot that I had an arrangement with him by the year." "Well, it's all off," said Saxton, rising. He began throwing open the windows and doors to let in fresh air, for the place was foul with the stale fumes of whisky and tobacco. "Well, I guess I'll have to see Mr. Wheaton," Snyder retorted, finding that Saxton was paying no further attention to him. He collected his few belongings, watching in astonishment the violence with which Saxton was gathering up and disposing of rubbish. "Going to clean up a little?" he asked, with his leer. "No, I'm just exercising for fun," replied Saxton. "If you're ready, you'd better take your pony and skip." Snyder growled his resentment and moved toward the door with a bundle under his arm and a saddle and bridle thrown over his shoulder. "I'll be up town to see Mr. Wheaton in a day or two," he declared, as he slouched through the door. "He seems to be more interested in Wheaton than Wheaton is in him," observed Saxton to himself.