The broncho boys decided that more stock was needed at the Moon Valley
Ranch, and the entire outfit set out for No Man's Land, in northern
Texas.
CHAPTER XXV.
THE MAGPIE PONY.
"Say, podner, might I be so free an' onquisitive ez ter inquire ez ter
whar yer got thet thar palfrey yer ridin'?"
The speaker was a tall, gaunt old man with a tangled mass of grizzled
whiskers, and the "podner" he addressed was Bud Morgan.
"Yer might," answered Bud, eying the questioner keenly.
"Well!"
"Why don't yer?"
"Oh, I see. Whar did yer git it?"
"I traded a Waterbury watch fer it, an' ther feller what made ther trade
throwed in a pack o' cigareets."
"Oh!"
"Anything else ye'd like ter know?"
"Well, seein' ez yer so communicative, I'd like ter hev yer tell me how
fur it's ter Yeller Fork."
"Betwixt grub."
"Come ergin."
"Ez fur ez yer kin ride betwixt 'arly breakfast an' dinner."
"Well, I'm obleegin' ter yer. I reckon we'll be hikin'."
"Who's ther kid?"
"Thet boy is my grandson.
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