"It's a mighty rotten deal, an' you know it!" "Is Lawler accepting my price, Caldwell ?" interrupted Warden, quietly; "I saw a Circle L trail herd headed toward town this evening." "Hell!" declared Caldwell; "Lawler ain't so weak-kneed as the rest of us critters.

He just got through tellin' me that he wouldn't sell a hoof to you at fifty! He's drivin' to Red Rock--eight thousand head!" When Caldwell went out, breathing fast, Warden smiled broadly at Simmons.
"Wire for cars tonight, Simmons," he said.

"But don't get them to coming too fast.

We'll make them hold their cattle here, we'll keep them guessing as to whether you were telling them the truth about cars.

Cars and fools are plentiful, eh, Simmons ?" He got up, donned coat and hat and put out the light.