We've traced 'em as far as Kinney's canon, an' lost 'em.

But we've been thinkin', Blackburn, that it ain't no hard job to make a passable Circle L out of a Circle Bar.

That's why we aim to look your cattle over." He grinned slightly at Blackburn's scowl, aware of the impotent rage the latter felt over the worst insult that could be offered an honest cattleman.

For an instant he watched Blackburn keenly, his lips sneering; and then when he saw that Blackburn had mastered his rage, he said, sharply: "Who was that guy that rode away as we come up ?" "Lawler," said Blackburn.

"He's figurin' on seein' you alone, looks like.