"Mebbe it's luck," he returned.

"But before I go over to work for you there's got to be an understandin'.

I c'n shoot some," he continued, looking steadily at Stafford, "but I ain't runnin' around the country shootin' men without cause.

I'm willin' to try an' find your rustler for you, but I ain't shootin' him--unless he goes to crowdin' me mighty close." "I'm agreein' to that," returned Stafford.
He turned again, looking back over his shoulder.

"You'll sure be over ?" he questioned.
"I'll be there the day after to-morrow," stated Ferguson.
He turned and went into the Silver Dollar.