The X Bar X boys at the round-upFerris, James Cody
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The X Bar X boys at the round-up
Ferris, James Cody
Cowboys -- Juvenile fiction; Rodeos -- Juvenile fiction; West (U.S.) -- Juvenile fiction; Western stories
As they came closer Teddy uttered an exclamation.
“The Lefton brothers--and look who’s with them!”
It was Peter Peterson, the man with whom their father had, only
yesterday, closed a contract.
“Let ’em see us,” Roy suggested quietly. “There’s something queer about
this.”
Snatches of the talk drifted toward the waiting boys.
“--plenty of cars”--“easy to get”--“only an eight mile run--”
“What the mischief--” Teddy began, when he was interrupted by the roar
of a train pulling in at the station. As the three men heard it they
turned hurriedly and ran for the platform. Another moment, and they had
entered one of the cars, leaving Teddy and Roy staring after them. With
a shrill whistle the train puffed away from the station.
CHAPTER IX
THE WILD HORSE
“That,” said Roy deliberately, “is pret-ty blamed funny.”
“All of what you just said. Hear what they were talking about?”
“Couldn’t help it. Seems to be a habit with those Lefton boys--that
eight mile stuff and about the cars. We’ve got a nice little jig-saw
puzzle to fit together, Teddy, my lad. How come Peterson knows the
Leftons? Can you tell me that?”
“Ask me something easy,” Teddy returned musingly. “What I’m interested
in is the meaning of this line of talk. We couldn’t very well yell at
’em and tell ’em we were here, and not to talk so loud. Oh, I forgot,
you’re a detective. That’s right. We’re privileged to listen.”
“That was a nasty crack, Teddy,” Roy said, and grinned. “I suppose
you’re referring to my losing my knife that night and going back for
it. Well, it’s lucky I did. Forewarned is forearmed, you know.”
“You really think there’s something to this, do you?”
“I’m sure of it! Hold up there, Star--stop that prancing! Now listen,
Teddy. First thing that happens is that the Leftons come to the X
Bar X and make motions like cattle dealers. But are they? Not so you
could notice it! Then they ask Nick and some of the others all sorts
of questions about where our ranges are located and how many head we
have in certain places. If they don’t want to do business with us,
what’s the big idea of that? Then I hear ’em talking about cars being
easy to get, and six hundred head, and the Jarmey place. That wouldn’t
be so bad, but, by jinks, here comes Peterson, who _is_ going to buy
our dogies--or so he says--and they mention the same things again! And
don’t forget we saw the Leftons with Mob Jamisson! By golly, Teddy,
that chase by the wolves was one of the luckiest days in our lives,
even if we did come near passing out of the picture! We know where we
are, now!”
“Oh, do we?” Teddy chuckled. “If it wouldn’t be too much trouble,
suppose you tell me just where we are, brother mine!”
Roy looked down at his pony, and coughed.
“Don’t take me so literally. I mean we know what to watch out for.
This Peterson’s with the Lefton boys. The Lefton boys are in with Mob
Jamisson. _Ergo, et cetera_, or what have you?”
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