"Just over the hill--then a piece down the trail. You can't miss it," said the cowboy who had spoken first.
"Well, so-long, gents. If I get that job and any of you boys come out to the hotel, I'll sure feed you good."
An eddy of smoke followed Sundown as he passed through the doorway. A cowboy snickered. The room became silent.
"Call the poor ramblin' lightnin'-rod back," suggested a kindly puncher.
"He'll come back fast enough," asserted the perpetrator of the "joke." "It's thirty dry and dusty miles to the water-hole ranch. When he gets a look at how far it is to-morrow mornin' he'll sure back into the fence and come flyin' for Antelope with reins draggin'. Set 'em up again, Joe."
Owing to his unaccustomed potations Sundown was perhaps a trifle over-zealous in taking the road at night. He began to realize this after he had journeyed along the dim, starlit