"`Member that time yu an' Frenchy tried to run th' little town of
Frozen Nose, up in Montana?" Asked Johnny, winking at the rest.
"An' we did run it, for a while," responded Buck. "But that only
goes to show that most young men are chumps-we were just about yore
age then."
Red laughed at the youngster's discomfiture: "That little squib of
yourn shore touched her off-I reckon we irrigates on yu this time,
don't we?"
"Th' more th' Kid talks, th' more money he needs," remarked Lanky,
placing his glass on the bar. "He had to blow me an' Skinny twice last
night."
"I got two more after yu left," added Skinny "He shore oughter
practice keeping still."
At one o'clock sharp Hopalong walked up to the clerk of the hotel
and grinned. The clerk looked up:
"Hullo, Cassidy?" He exclaimed, genially. "What was all that fuss
about this mornin' when I was away? I haven't seen you for a long
time, have I? How are you?"
"That fuss was a fool joke of Buck's, an' I wish they had been
throwed out," Hopalong replied. "What I want to know is if Miss Deane
is in her room. Yu see, I have a date with her."
The clerk grinned:
"So she's roped you, too, has she?"
"What do yu mean?" Asked Hopalong in surprise. "Well, well," laughed
the clerk. "You punchers are easy. Any third-rate actress that looks
good to eat can rope you fellows, all right.
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