They was last seen
by some Navajos headin' for the canyon."
"Thet's good!" ejaculated Bostil, in relief. "Wal boys, look after the hosses.
. . . Slone, just turn Wildfire over to the boys with instructions, an' feel
safe."
Farlane scratched his head and looked dubious. "I'm wonderin' how safe it'll
be fer us."
"I'll look after him," said Slone.
Bostil nodded as if he had expected Slone to refuse to let any rider put the
stallion away for the night. Wildfire would not go into the barn, and Slone
led him into one of the high-barred corrals. Bostil waited, talking with his
friends, until Slone returned, and then they went toward the house.
"I reckon we couldn't get inside Brack's place now," remarked Bostil. "But in
a case like this I can scare up a drink." Lights from the windows shone bright
through the darkness under the cottonwoods. Bostil halted at the door, as if
suddenly remembering, and he whispered, huskily: "Let's keep the women from
learnin' about Sears--to-night, anyway."
Then he led the way through the big door into the huge living-room.
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