Thinking that an investigation would not be out of place, he rode after the rider and overtook him, when that person paused and retraced his course.
"Hullo, Hopalong!" shouted the puncher and he came near enough to recognize his pursuer.

"Thought yu was farmin' up on th' Staked Plain ?" "Hullo, Pie," replied Hopalong, recognizing Pie Willis.

"What was yu chasin' so hard ?" "Coyote--damn 'em, but can't they go some?
They're gettin' so thick we'll shore have to try strichnine an' thin 'em out." "I thought anybody that had been raised in th' Panhandle would know better'n to chase greased lightnin'," rebuked Hopalong.

"Yu has got about as much show catchin' one of them as a tenderfoot has of bustin' an outlawed cayuse." "Shore; I know it," responded Pie, grinning.

"But it's fun seem' them hunt th' horizon.