A Past Master Draws Cards
"Found two?"
"Yep; one down here, an' t'other up there. Colonel Bowie pushed 'em over th' Divide. Comin' down?"
"When that fire's out."
"How'd they come to drive you up there?"
"I come up myself. Couldn't watch while I slept; an' I had to sleep. Now that there's two of us it's all right."
"You called th' turn. Get yore traps together an' I'll fix th' fire. Where's yore cayuse?"
"Up here. Don't bother with th' fire. Be right down."
Half an hour later Johnny reached the bottom of the trail and paused.
"'Red's pants,'" said a humorous voice.
"Come on, Luke. We'll hold up somewhere an' get th' relief shift when it comes out from th' ranch."
"Shore. Where's th' ranch?"
"'Bout three miles west; an' it's a cussed fine one, too."
"All right; get movin'. I want to dry out these pants. They must be all cotton from th' way they feel. We'll go back a ways an' start a fire."
"No, we won't; too dangerous," growled Johnny decidedly. "We got this game won right now if we don't let 'em know there's two of us."
Luke grinned in the dark. "Suits me. You wait
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