"Thar's one thing sartin," spoke up "Shavings" Magoon, "ef Jim
Bell's got ther means ter git an aerial gold line he'll be safe
enough frum them ornery road agents like ther fellers thet stuck up
ther Laredo stage only last week an' got away with the specie box
from Red River Falls. I reckon thar ain't no stage robbers with
acroplanes yet a while."

"Queer thing about that Laredo robbery," put in Cash thoughtfully,
"thar was several inter it, an' it seems thet they've all got clar
away."

"Good thing for them, eh?" said the stranger, jingling his spur
ornaments harder than ever.

Cash sniffed.

"Good thing. Wall, stranger, I'd hate ter tell you what 'ud be the
least of what 'ud happened to them, it would freeze your blood."

"Not an unpleasant thing to have happen to day," said the stranger,
carelessly, and carefully flicking some gray dust from his "chaps"
with his rawhide quirt, "so you think that Jim Bell means to start
some sort of an air line from whatever he has discovered in the
interior into this place?"

"Don't know nothing about it," snapped Cash, rather impatiently;
"you're a heap interested in Jim Bell, stranger."

"Naturally. He's quite a famous man in his way. I suppose he is