Wade selected an interval when there was a lull in the conversation, and with eyes that burned under the shadow of his broad-brimmed sombrero he watched the son of Belllounds.
"Say, boys, Wils Moore has begun sellin' cattle," remarked Wade, casually.

"The Andrews brothers are drivin' for him." "Wal, so Wils's spread-eaglin' into a real rancher!" ejaculated Lem Billings.

"Mighty glad to hear it.

Thet boy shore will git rich." Wade's remark incited no further expressions of interest.

But it was Jack Belllounds's secret mind that Wade wished to pierce.