"
"You'll drive carefully?" queried Aunt Eleanor again.
"Jest like I was goin' to get pinched," said Overland, bowing.
* * * * *
As Collie rode down the last pitch, leading the restive Sarko, Dick
Tenlow stepped from the brush. "'Morning, Collie. Out for a little
pasear?"
"Shouldn't wonder, Dick."
"Horses are lookin' good. Feed good on the hills yet?"
"Pretty good."
"I hear you got company up to the Moonstone."
"Yep. Eastern folks, doctor and his wife." And Collie looked the deputy
hard in the eye.
"Oh, that was their machine I heard coughin' up the canon last night,
eh?"
"I didn't ask them about that," replied Collie.
"You're improvin' since you first come into these hills," said Tenlow,
with some sarcasm.
"I'm holdin' down a better job than I did then," said Collie
good-naturedly.
"Well, I ain't. I'm holdin' the same job, which you will recollect. It
ain't much of a job, but it's good to requisition that cayuse you're
leadin'."
"What you kiddin' about?"
"Straight goods," said Tenlow, reaching for Sarko's reins. "Just hand
over your end of that tie-rope."
"I guess not, Dick. You're on the wrong trail. What do you think I am?"
"Same as I always thought.
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