Corson bit his lip. "That settles it!" he exclaimed. "I've
fooled around long enough. I'm going to tell her tonight."
Outside the bunk-house some of the men were washing for supper.
Inside, Bull was rolling and roping his bed preparatory to moving
to the West Ranch after the evening meal.
"What yuh doin'?" demanded Texas Pete. "Yuh ain't quit?"
"Goin' over to the West Ranch-Cramer's gettin' off fer a spell,"
explained Bull.
"Looks like they weren't crazy fer your company here," remarked
Pete.
Bull shrugged his shoulders and went on with the business of
half-hitches, to the final knot, after which he tossed the bed-roll
onto his bunk.
"I shouldn't think you'd stay on, Bull," said Texas Pete. "Let's
pull our freight. I ain't never ben to Calyforny-hev you'?"
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