"I won't take one without the other," he told her his eyes glowing.
"If I don't beat Silverthorn and the others, an' keep the Double A for
you, why I----"
"You'll win!" she said.
"You are hopin' I will?" he grinned. "Well," he added, as she averted
her eyes, "there'll come a time when we'll talk real serious about
that. I'm goin' to tell the range boss to get ready for a drive to Las
Vegas."
"That is a hundred and seventy-five miles!" gasped the girl.
"I've followed a trail herd two thousand," grinned Sanderson.
"You mean that you will go yourself--with the outfit?"
"Sure."
Sanderson went out, mounted Streak, and found the range boss--Eli
Carter. Carter and the men were ordered to round up all the Double A
cattle and get ready to drive them to Las Vegas. Sanderson told Carter
he would accompany the outfit.
Cutting across the basin toward the ranchhouse, he saw another horseman
riding fast to intercept him, and he swerved Streak and headed toward
the other.
The rider was Williams, and when Sanderson got close enough to see his
face he noted that the engineer was pale and excited.
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