"An' you ain't sure that Radford's stealin' your cattle ?" Stafford filled and lighted his pipe.

"I'm takin' Dave Leviatt's word for it," he said.
"Who's Leviatt ?" queried Ferguson.
"My range boss," returned Stafford.
"He's been ridin' sign on Radford an' says he's responsible for all the stock that we've been missin' in the last six months." Ferguson rolled a cigarette.

He lighted it and puffed for a moment in silence, the manager watching him.
"Back at Dry Bottom," said Ferguson presently, "there was a man shootin' at a can when I struck town.

He put five bullets through the can.

Was that your range boss ?" Stafford smiled.