Before it was quite over, a belated cowboy
galloped in from town. He dismounted, threw his saddlebags on the bench,
and, after sousing his heated face in the friendly basin, sat down to the
table and proceeded to make amends for lost time.
"Bring a paper with you, Pete?" asked one of his friends as he pushed
back his chair and lighted his pipe.
"Yes," answered Pete between mouthfuls. "Got a copy of the Helena
'Record.' You'll find it in the saddlebag."
The first speaker rose leisurely, hunted up the newspaper and seated
himself on the step of the bunkhouse. He looked over it carelessly for
a moment and then a headline caught his attention. He read on for a few
lines and then called to his mates.
"Look here, fellows," he exclaimed. "I see that they've jugged 'Red'
Thompson and 'Shag' Leary. Caught them trying to hold up a train."
There was a stir at this and they crowded round the speaker.
"Tell us about it," they begged excitedly, for all of them knew of the
evil fame and numerous exploits of these celebrated ruffians.
"I knew the sheriff would bag them fellers before long," said one.
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