tongue and a chip on his shoulder. "They 'll be here soon," he replied, with little interest. "But there 's th' pens."
"Yes, there 's th' pens," smiled Sammy. "They 'll hold 'bout one-tenth of that herd. Ain't I been pesterin' you to get them cars?"
The agent sighed expressively and listened to the instrument on his table. When it ceased he grabbed the key and asked a question. Then he smiled for the first time that day. "They 're passing Franklin. Be here in two hours. Now get out of here or I 'll lick you."
"There 's a nice place in one of them pens," smiled Sammy.
"I see you 're eating at Olmstead's," parried the agent.
"Yea."
"Nice girl. Come up last summer when Mrs. Olmstead petered out. I ate there last winter."
Sammy grinned at him. "Why 'd you stop?"
Briggs grew red and glanced at the nearing cloud of dust. "Better help your outfit, had n't you?"
