Carl's that kind,--good fellow enough,--but he wants--the--big--end.

I know him, you bet! And, say! Don't let on to Carl that I steered you out there.

Just claim like you was scouting around, and seen the Lazy A ranch, and took a notion to it; not too much of a notion, though, or it's liable to come kinda high.
"And, say!" Real enthusiasm for the idea began to lighten his eyes.
"If you want good range dope, right out there's where you can sure find it.

You play up to them Bar Nothing boys--Lite Avery and Joe Morris and Red.

You ought to get some great pictures out there, man.