He found Phelps there, washing down the buckboard.
"Do you know where Vanamee is to-day ?" he asked the latter.

Phelps put his chin in the air.
"Ask me something easy," he responded.

"He might be at Guadalajara, or he might be up at Osterman's, or he might be a hundred miles away from either place.

I know where he ought to be, Mr.Presley, but that ain't saying where the crazy gesabe is.

He OUGHT to be range-riding over east of Four, at the head waters of Mission Creek." "I'll try for him there, at all events," answered Presley.