CHAPTER XXVIIWhat that news done was to wipe about ten years off of the face of Harry Randal. He begun to laugh like a child, and away he kited to take a look at the new herd.
“We’ll ask no questions,” says Harry Randal, “but if I was the foreman of this ranch, I would have my men oil up their guns, because it’s a pretty safe bet that the folks that lost these cows and all of those calves is gunna come looking for them, and they’ll come with their gats ready for action!”
I didn’t have to be a college graduate to understand as much as this. I spread the word around among the boys, and they were certainly willing. Fighting was ice cream and cake to that tough gang, and they were living every day in expectancy of something big in the way of bullets flying.
In the meantime, that round-up we
