If yu needs any referee or a side
pardner in any ruction yu has only got to warble up my way. So long."
The next ten days passed quietly, and on the afternoon of the
eleventh Hopalong's miner friend paid him a visit.
"Jake recommends yore peaches," he laughed as he shook Hopalong's
hand. "He says yu boosted another of that crowd. That bein' so I
thought I would drop in an' say that they're comin' after yu to-night,
shore. Just heard of it from yore friend Jimmy. Yu can count on us
when th' rush comes. But why didn't yu say yu was a pard of Buck
Peters'? Me an' him used to shoot up Laramie together. From what yore
friend James says, yu can handle this gang by yore lonesome, but if yu
needs any encouragement yu make some sign an' we'll help th' event
along some. They's eight of us that'll be waitin' up to get th'
returns an' we're shore goin' to be in range."
"Gee, it's nice to run across a friend of Buck's! Ain't he a son-of-
a-gun?" Asked Hopalong, delighted at the news. Then, without waiting
for a reply, he went on: "Yore shore square, all right, an' I hates to
refuse yore offer, but I got eighteen friends comin' up an' they ought
to get here by tomorrow. Yu tell Jimmy to head them this way when they
shows up an' I'll have th' claim for them. There ain't no use of yu
fellers gettin' mixed up in this. Th' bunch that's comin' can clean
out any gang this side of sunup, an' I expects they'll shore be
anxious to begin when they finds me eatin' peaches an' wastin' my time
shootin' bums.
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