The Man from Bar-20
here a minute," he said, disappearing. When he returned he grunted with keen satisfaction, for Fleming's trousers felt snug and warm. "How many are left?" he asked, leading the way toward his hidden pack.
"Quigley, Purdy, Gates, an' th' cook."
"Them names don't surprise me," grunted Luke.
"How'd you get so wet?"
"Swimmin'," growled Luke.
"Yore shirt feels dry."
"It is, around th' shoulders; but th' tail feels like th' devil. But it's wool, all through."
"Was you trailin' Ackerman an' Long Pete?"
"Nope; didn't trail nobody a-tall. How many cows they got?"
"Plenty, d—n 'em!" growled Johnny.
"What you been doin' up here all this time; an' how many have you got?"
"Three; I've been busy."
"Why, you had time to get 'em all."
"Didn't dare do any shootin' till I had to," replied Johnny. "Didn't want 'em to know I was up here. A gun makes a lot of noise."
Luke chuckled grimly. "Shore! That's what I allus said; an' that's why I use Colonel Bowie. He don't even whisper."
Johnny snorted with disgust. "Huh! I ain't knifin'
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