"An' dat Ham gone, too! Now, how'm I goin' t' cook, wid dat misery wuss'n evah ?" It was very plain to Whitey that all Slim could think about the affair was the way it concerned him personally.

Also, there was no doubt in the boy's mind that the absent men were bent on mischief.

Bill and the other cowboys were surely making a night of it at the Junction, in celebration of the gold shipment.

Whatever was to be done in the matter Whitey and Injun would have to do.

By this time Slim was busily rubbing some horse liniment on his arms and legs.
"Injun and I will see what's to be done.