"Yes, I did!" snapped Jimmy, glaring at him.
"Then, for goodness' sake, are you going away and let him do it?" demanded Mollie.
Jimmy grinned easily, and drawled effectively. "We 're aimin' to stop him, ma'am. You see," he half whispered, whereat Bill leaned forward eagerly to learn the facts. "He won't show hisself an' we can't track him in th' hills without gettin' picked off at long range. It would be us that 'd have to do th' movin', an' that ain't healthy in rough country. So we starts to Logan, but circles back an' gets him when he 's plumb wrapped up in them cows he 's honin' for."
"That's it," asserted Bill, promptly and proudly. Jimmy was the smoothest liar he had ever listened to. "An' th' plan is all Jimmy's, too," he enthused, truthfully.
"Doubtless it is quite brilliant," she responded, "but I certainly wish I were that 'Greaser'!"
"Sis!" exploded George, "I 'm surprised!"
"Very well; you may remain so, if you wish. But will someone tell me this: How can these gentlemen take us to Logan if they are going only
