He saw the visitor and waited.
"Mornin'," said Wade, as he rode up.
"Hod do," replied the cowboy.
Then these two eyed each other, not curiously nor suspiciously, but with that steady, measuring gaze common to Western men.
"My name's Wade," said the traveler.

"Come from Meeker way.

I'm lookin' for a job with Belllounds." "I'm Lem Billings," replied the other.

"Ridin' fer White Slides fer years.

Reckon the boss'll be glad to take you on." "Is he around ?" "Sure.