Rowdy of the "Cross L"
cattle is on there; and thirty days uh grass and water'll put 'em in good shape for the trip. Wish this bunch was as well fixed."
"That's what," Rowdy assented. "But I think they'll make it, all right."
"I'll likely want yuh to stay up there and keep cases on 'em. Any objections?"
"Sure not!" laughed Rowdy. "Only I'll want Pink and the Silent One to stay with me."
"Keep what men yuh want. Anything else?"
"I don't think of anything," said Rowdy. "Only I'd like to have a—talk—with Conroy."
Eagle Creek eyed him sharply. "Yuh won't be apt t' meet him. Old Bill Brown, up home, would like to see him, too. Bill's a perseverin' old cuss, and wants to see Conroy so bad he's got the sheriff out lookin' for him. It's about a bunch uh horses that was run off, three years ago. Yuh brought one of 'em back into the country last spring, yuh mind."
Rowdy and Pink looked at one another, but said nothing.
"Old Bill, he follered your back trail and found out some things he wanted t' know. Conroy got wind of it, though, and he left the agency kind-a suddint. No use yuh lookin' for him."
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