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of times, until he realizes how easy we can shoot through him. But I ain't shore I want him drove away."
"Huh!" ejaculated Ackerman.
"Huh!" repeated Fleming foolishly.
"Well," drawled Quigley, "for one thing Logan's purty shore to begin missin' cows before long. What puzzles me is that he ain't missed 'em long ago. Then he'll begin watchin' his range nights."
"But he won't watch up there," interrupted Fleming. "He don't know about that ford."
"There's only two breaks in th' Barrier," continued Quigley, ignoring the interruption, "that are near Nelson's valley; an' they're th' first places Logan'll watch. They're Big an' Little Canyons. Some fine night Nelson will get caught or followed. Bein' a stranger, an' once workin' for th' CL, Logan will think he's got th' rustlers. He'll find signs that'll make him look in Nelson's pasture—if they ain't there naturally we'll put 'em there. They'll find his cabin an' his rebranded herd. When they go back again they'll reckon that th' rustlin' is all over; an' we'll still be in th' game, lettin' up a little for a while, an' be better off than ever. Savvy my drift?"
Ackerman shook his head savagely. "With them six cows, an' Logan missin' hundreds?" he sarcastically demanded.
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