"I think I'll investigate on foot," said James Monday, and slipped to the ground once more. Soon the wagon came in sight. It was pulled by a team of strong looking horses and was piled high with boxes. On the seat sat an old man.
"Hullo, there!" called out the government official, stepping along the trail in the direction of the turnout. The old man was evidently startled, and he pulled up with a jerk. As he did so, the boys rode a little closer.
"Hullo, stranger! What dp you want?"
"I want to talk to you," responded James Monday.
"What about?" and the old man began to grow uncomfortable.
"Where are you bound?"
"What do ye want to know fer?"
"I am curious, that's all, friend. Are you afraid to answer me?"
"No, I ain't. I'm bound fer Red Rock ranch."
"What have you on the wagon?"
"All sorts o' supplies that came in on the railroad."
"What's your name?"
"Bill Cashaw. It seems to me you're a curious one, you are."
"Do you belong in town, or out here?"
