"He'd likely foller th' reg'lar trail up, anyhow," said Hopalong. "It ain't likely we'll miss him."
Margaret put down the dish and looked at them accusingly. "What are you boys talking about?" she demanded.
"Only wonderin' if yore father's letter will get to Johnny in time to catch him before he leaves," said Hopalong. "Dave says it will as long as that Slim feller is takin' it to Highbank with him. Slim live down there?" he asked his host.
"No; goin' down for th' Double X, I suppose," replied Arnold. "Supper ready, Peggy?"
"Not until I learn more about this," retorted Margaret, determinedly. "What letter are you talking about?"
"Oh, I told Johnny to look around and see if he could pick up a good herd of yearlings cheap," answered her father, going into the next room.
Margaret compressed her lips, but said nothing about it, whereupon Red silently swore a stronger oath of allegiance. "The table is waiting for you. I've had to keep the supper warm," she said.
Red nodded understandingly. "Men-folks are shore a trial an' tribulation," he said, passing through the door.
"Hadn't ought to take him very long, I suppose?" queried Arnold, passing the meat one way and the potatoes the other.
Red laughed. "You don't know him very well, yet," he replied. "Give him a chance to dicker over a herd an' he's happy for a week or more. He shore does like to dicker."
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