some time. I suppose you know," he added, "that Mary Hope and
I are going to be married. So you and Belle can take a trip
somewhere. They say it's worth while going down to the big cattle
country in the Argentine--South America, you know."

Tom did not reply. He had lighted a second match and was studying
attentively the data in Burt Brownlee's book. The third match told him
enough to convince him. He gave a snort when darkness enveloped them
again.

"I sharpened my pencil pretty darn fine when I made out my bill
against the Black Rim a few years ago--and by the humpin' hyenas,
these figures here kinda go to show I overcharged 'em. Some. Not so
damn much, either, if you look at my side. Better get up the horses,
Al, and you'n the boys take the trail. The kid's right. The goin's
dern good, right now. Better'n what it will be."

In the scuffed sand before the corral gate Tom made a small fire, with
a few crumpled papers and one small book, which he tore apart and
fed, leaf by leaf, to the flames. The light showed him grimly smiling,
when he tilted his head and looked up at Lance who watched him.

"So you'n the Douglas kid is figuring on getting hitched! Well, don't
ever try to eye her down like you done to yore dad. She'll brain yuh,
likely--if you wait long enough for her to make up her mind."

Lance laughed. Up at the house Belle heard him and caught her breath.
She stared hard at the three forms silhouetted like Rembrandt figures
around the little fire, started toward them and stopped. She was a
wise woman, was Belle. Some things a woman may know--and hide the
knowledge deep in her heart, and in the hiding help her mate.

Black Rim folk, who always knew so much of their neighbors' affairs,
once more talked and chortled and surmised, and never came within a
mile of the truth. The young college rooster had come home to the
Devil's Tooth, they gossiped, and had a row with Al; so Al left home,
and Duke too. The Lorrigans always had been hard to get along with,
but that Lance--he sure must be a caution to cats, the way he'd
cleaned off the ranch.

Marrying the Douglas girl, and taking that paralyzed old lady right to
the ranch, had probably had a lot to do with it. Lance might be
willing to forget that old trouble with Scotty, but the rest of the
Lorrigans sure never would. And it was queer, too, how all that
rustling talk petered out. Mebby there hadn't been much in it, after
all.

Not even Mary Hope guessed why