His hair was dark, as
were his eyes, the latter having a trick of growing suddenly darker
than their natural color, seeming to sink further back in his head
under some sudden stress of emotion. The brown fingers were slender
and nervous in their movements.
"I'll bet he would be quick on the trigger," was Tad's mental conclusion.
"Are you from these parts?" asked the professor by way of starting the
conversation.
"El Paso, when I'm at home. And you?"
"From the north."
"Down here for your health?"
"Partly. Mostly for an outing."
"Just so. I reckon I've heard something about you."
"Maybe it was I whom you heard about," suggested Chunky.
"Can't say as I have," answered Conway, directing a quick glance at
the fat boy.
"You don't know what you've missed," answered Stacy solemnly, helping
himself to five slices of bacon.
"You didn't happen to meet with any of the Rangers this morning, did
you?" questioned Professor Zepplin.
It was the professor's turn to get a sharp look now.
"Rangers? No. Why do you ask?"
"Because we were looking for some of them."
"What for?"
"We wanted to see them about a little matter," hastily interposed Tad
Butler.
"What matter?"
There was no stopping the professor.
"Why, we camped with a body of them last night. With Lieutenant
Withem, a most affable gentleman. They ran away and left us early
this morning.
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