"But you'd better get
along now if you expect to be home before dark. You've got a long way to
go, and you'll have to give your horse a good breathing space before you
start back. I promise that we won't start out for the rustlers without
you, if you're really bent on going."
Bert thanked him, touched his horse with the spur, and, with a last wave
of his hand was off on his journey.
In due time he reached the town, hitched his horse to the rail in front
of the general store, and went in to make his purchases. This consumed
some time, and when he was through, his vigorous appetite reminded him
that it was time for dinner. There was only one place in that primitive
town where it could be obtained and that was in a little annex to the
leading saloon. Drinks of course were the things chiefly dealt in, but a
meal also could be obtained at any time desired, and Bert went in, seated
himself at a table in the corner, and ordered steak and eggs and coffee.
While this was being prepared he had ample time to look about him. The
building was a mere shack of the roughest kind.
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