He says he was on his way over to the Two Diamond, for a job." The young man opened his lips slightly.

"Stafford hire you ?" he asked.
"I'm hopin' he does," returned Ferguson.
The young man's lips drooped sneeringly.

"I reckon you're wantin' a job mighty bad," he said.
Ferguson smiled.

"Takin' your talk, you an' Stafford ain't very good friends," he returned.
The young man did not answer.

He dismounted and led his pony to a small corral and then returned to the porch, carrying his saddle.
For an instant after the young man had left the porch to turn his pony into the corral Ferguson had kept his seat on the porch.