"You're comin' in mighty late," he growled, "Didn't you get the
signal?"
Buck managed to meet the searching eyes.
"I was doin' better work for you by stayin' around the house," he
said.
"How d'you mean?"
"I stayed there to pick up things you might want to know. It wasn't
easy. The boys are beginnin' to suspect me."
"The cowpunchers is gettin' so thick around those parts," broke in
Purvis, "that Buck wouldn't even let me go back to his house with him
to get my gun."
The keen eyes of Silent never left the face of Daniels.
"Don't you know that Gus Morris gives us all the news we need, Buck?"
Rhinehart and Jordan, who were chatting together, stopped to listen.
Buck smiled easily.
"I don't no ways doubt that Morris tells you all he knows," he said,
"but the pint is that he don't know everything."
"How's that?"
"The rangers is beginnin' to look sidewise an' whisper when Morris
is around. He's played his game with us too long, an' the boys are
startin' to think. Thinkin' is always dangerous."
"You seem to have been doin' some tall thinkin' yourself," said Silent
drily; "you guess the cowpunchers are goin' on our trail on their own
hook?"
"There ain't no doubt of it.
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