Let the cattlemen who lived under
the law take care of their own stock and themselves. And curiously
enough, Pete for the first time wondered what had become of Malvey--if
the posse had actually shot him, or if they had simply taken the horse
and let Malvey go. The arrival of Brevoort put an end to his pondering.
"Brent will be in to-day," said Brevoort. "You stick around here; and
call me about noon."
"The old man ain't takin' chances," remarked Pete.
"You're wrong there," asserted Brevoort. "He's takin' the long chance
every time, or he wouldn't be foreman of this outfit. You'll find that
out if you stick round here long enough. If you don't call it takin' a
chance pullin' off a trick like this one that's comin', jest try it
yourself."
"He handles men easy," asserted Pete, recalling Brent's rather fatherly
advice in regard to Texas and the opportunity for a young man to go
straight.
"You sure please me most to death," drawled Brevoort. "You been a
right quiet little pardner, and smilin', so I'm going to tell you
somethin' that you can keep right on bein' quiet about.
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