Yu better send for some decent stuff afore he comes to town," he warned.
Buck swung away from the bar and looked at his dead cigar.

Then he turned to Hopalong.

"What did you find ?" He asked.
"Same old story: nice wide trail up to th' Staked Plain--then nothin'." "It shore beats me," soliloquized the foreman.

"It shore beats me." "Think it was Tamale Jose's old gang ?" Asked Hopalong.
"If it was they took th' wrong trail home--that ain't th' way to Mexico." Hopalong tossed aside his half-smoked cigarette.

"Well, come on home; what's th' use stewin' over it?
It'll come out all O.K.in th' wash." Then he laughed: "There won't be no piebald waitin' for it." Evading Buck's playful blow he led the way to the door, and soon they were a cloud of dust on the plain.