Makes five, don't it ?" McGurvin had the reputation of being more or less of a robber.

Having a monopoly of the water in that locality, he set his own prices, and did not fear competition.
"Five dollars is all right, McGurvin," said Frank.
"Blunt was out this way this afternoon, with a couple his pards," remarked McGurvin, unaware of the bomb was exploding.

"They watered up, rested a spell, an' hiked on to the Picket Posts." Merry was startled, but contrived not to show it.

Clancy jumped, but his chum gave him a warning glance.
"Hustle around and get those supplies for us, please," urged Frank.
"We're in a hurry." "Hosses to water ?" queried the rancher, starting for a rear door.
"No horses, McGurvin.
"Ottermobile, I reckon," deplored McCurvin.

"If them things git too thick in the desert they'll be the ruination of me.