"Mebby they was hard pushed an' wanted fresh cayuses," he said.

"A whole lot of people get hard pushed in this country.

Anyhow, we'll prospect th' boss." They found the proprietor in his stocking feet, getting the breakfast, and Mr.Cassidy regarded the preparations with open approval.

He counted the tin plates and found only three, and, thinking that there would be more plates if there were others to feed, glanced into the landlord's room.

Not finding signs of other guests, on whom to lay the blame for the loss of his horse, he began to ask questions.
"Much trade ?" He inquired solicitously.
"Yep," replied the landlord.
Mr.Cassidy looked at the three tins and wondered if there had ever been any more with which to supply his trade.