A Feint
"I ain't got cows enough to keep me busy," explained Quigley. "We let 'em wander, an' get 'em as we need 'em. Well," he said, turning as if to leave, "I'm sorry about that fool break of mine, Mr. Nelson; an' to prove it I'm goin' to give you some real good advice: Keep away from th' Twin Buttes country. So long, boys."
Johnny looked after him, and then faced Pop, shrugging his shoulders. "I don't quite get th' drift of that," he said slowly; "but he ought to know th' country he lives in. I'll try Devil's Gap first; but I got a cussed strong notion not to!"
Pop sighed with relief. "Let's go over an' see what Charley's got for yore kit," he suggested.
Charley James was playing solitaire on a box laid across a nail keg and he smiled a welcome as they entered.
"Charley," said Pop. "This cow-puncher's aimin' to change his spots. He's a amatchure prospector an' wants us to pick out his outfit."
"I can believe that he's an amatchure if he's goin' to try it in this part of th' country," smiled Charley. "Nobody's ever tried it down here before."
Johnny was about to mention the two prospectors referred to by Mr. Quigley, but thought better of it.
"Oh, it's been tried," said Pop casually. "But they didn't stay long. What you got in that line, Charley?"
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