C-80 or Double Arrow," continued Youbet, as he toyed with his glass. "If I can't get on with one of them, I reckons Waffles, of th' O-Bar-O, will find a place for me, though I don't like that country a whole lot."
The bartender hesitated for a moment. "Do you know Waffles?" he asked.
"Shore—know 'em all. Why? Do you know him, too?"
"No; but I 've heard of him."
"That so? He 's a good feller, he is. I 've punched with both him an' Peters."
"I heard he was n't," replied the bartender, slowly but carelessly.
"Then you heard wrong, all right," rejoined Youbet. "He 's one of us old fellers—hates sheep, barb' wire, an' nesters as bad as I do; an' sonny," he continued, warming as he went on. "Th' cow country ain't what it used to be—not no way. I can remember when there war n't no wire, no nesters, an' no sheep. An', between you and me, I don't know which is th' worst. Every time I runs up agin' one of 'em, I says
