more big-manin' letters afther his name than ye have teeth in yer
head."

"All the same it ain't the brand on a horse that makes him travel. A
man'll sure need somethin' more hefty than letters after his name
when he goes up against the desert."

"Well, lave ut go at that. Wait 'til ye know him. But fwhat's this
yer tellin' me about a kid? The Seer has no family at all but
himsilf an' his job."

Texas grinned. "Maybe not, pard; but he's sure got together part of
a family this trip."

"Is ut a gurl, or a bhoy?"

"Boy--'bout a ten-year-old, I'd say."

The Irishman shook his head doubtfully. "I dunno. 'Tis a quare thing
for the Seer. Av it was me, or you, now--but the Seer! It's danged
quare! But tell me, fwhat's this man, yer boss? 'Tis a good healthy
pull he must have to be separatin' us from thim San Felipe police."

Texas Joe deliberated so long before answering this that Pat glanced
at him uneasily several times. At last the driver drawled: "You're
right there; Jefferson Worth sure has some pull."

Pat grunted. "But fwhat does he do?"

"Do?" Tex swung his team around a spur of the mountain where the