"Is he here now?"
"I can see, sir," the lieutenant answered.
When, therefore, Mrs. Landor said, with the utmost composure, that it was too bad, his gasp was audible. He turned back abruptly. "You had better get another. You can't have that one," he answered. He had gone back.
"Yes," said Crook.
"I have the ranch; how could I get away?" Cairness opposed. "Thank you," said Cabot, and drew his hand from the girths. He cut Landor short when he tried to change him again. "You are losing time," he told him, "and if you stay here from now to next week it won't do any good. I'll foot it to the water hole, if I can. Otherwise—" the feeble laugh once more as his eyes shifted to where a big, gray prairie wolf was going[Pg 6] across the flat, stopping now and then to watch them, then swinging on again.