I don't
think Gallagher would injure Mr. Speed, but--he might--bribe
him."
"_Caramba_!" exclaimed the Mexican.
"God 'lmighty!" Willie cried, in shocked accents.
"I believe you're right, but"--Stover meditated briefly before
announcing with determination--"we'll do a little night-ridin'
ourselves. Willie, you watch this young feller daytimes, and the
rest of us'll take turns at night. An' don't lose sight of the
fat man, neither--he might carry notes. If you don't like the
looks of things--you know what cards to draw."
"Sixes," murmured the near-sighted cow-man. "Don't worry."
"If you see anything suspicious, burn it up. And we'll take a
shot at anything we see movin' after 9 P.M."
Then Berkeley Fresno came hurriedly into the bunk-house with a
very cheery "Good-morning! I'm glad I found you up and doing," he
said blithely. "I thought of something in my sleep." It was
evident that the speaker had been in more than ordinary haste to
make his discovery known, for underneath his coat he still wore
his pajama shirt, and his hair was unbrushed.
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