Wade, I'll keep my mouth shut, sure.

But what's your game ?" "Lewis an' I will find out if there is any connection between Smith an' this gang of strangers--an' the occasional loss of a few head of stock." "Ahuh! Wal, you have my good will, you bet....

Sure thar's been some rustlin' of cattle.

Not enough to make any rancher holler, an' I reckon there never will be any more of thet in Colorado.

Still, if we get the drop on some outfit we sure ought to corral them." "Boss, I'm tellin' you--" "Wade, you ain't agoin' to start thet tellin' hell-bent happenin's to come hyar at White Slides ?" interrupted Belllounds, plaintively.
"No, I reckon I've no hunch like that now," responded Wade, seriously.
"But I was about to say that if Smith is in on any rustlin' of cattle he'll be hard to catch, an' if he's caught there'll be shootin' to pay.
He's cunnin' an' has had long experience.