he's loco. I ain't goin' that far. Think you could find out any thin' about 'em?"
Johnny considered, and chuckled. "Huh!" he snorted. "He's plumb late. I saw them before he did, an' know all about 'em. You stuck a couple of jabs into me about bein' lazy, an' likin' to set around all day doin' nothin'. Any chump can wear out cayuses ridin' around discoverin' things, but th' wise man is th' feller that can set around all day, lazy an' no-account, an' figger things out. I don't have to go prowlin' around to find out things. I just set in th' shade of th' house, roll cigarettes an' hold pow-wows with my medicine bag. You'd be surprised if you knowed what I got in that bag, an' what I can get out of it. You shore would."
McCullough looked at him with an expression which tried to express so many uncomplimentary things at once that the composite was almost neutral; at least, it was somewhat blank.
"Ye-ah?" he drawled, his inflection in no way suggesting anything to Johnny's credit.
"Ye-ah," repeated the medicine man somewhat belligerently.
"Oh," said the trail-boss, eyeing his victim speculatively. "You know all about 'em, huh?"
"Everythin'," placidly replied Johnny, rolling another cigarette.
"I wish to heaven you'd quit smokin' them cussed things around here," said McCullough plaintively. "Yo're growed up now, purty near; an' you ain't no Greaser. I'll buy you a pipe if you'll promise to smoke it."
"Pipes, judgin' from yourn," sweetly replied Johnny,
