"
"And face him without a gun?" asked the other incredulously.
"Leave gun talk out of this. I think one of the boys looks a little like
me. Lawlor--isn't that his name?"
"Him? Yes; a little bit like you--but he's got his thickness through the
stomach and not through the chest."
"Never mind. He's big, and he's grey. Send for him, and get the rest of
the boys in here. They're around now for noon. Get _every_ one.
Understand? And make it fast."
In ten minutes they came to the office in a troop--rough men, smooth
men, little and big, fat and thin, but good cattlemen, every one.
"Boys," said Drew, "a tenderfoot is coming to the ranch to-day. I'm
going to play a few jokes on him. First of all, I want you to know that
until the stranger leaves the house, Lawlor is going to take my place.
He is going to be Drew. Understand?"
"Lawlor?" broke out several of them, and turned in surprise to a big,
cheerful man--grey, plump, with monstrous white whiskers.
"Because he looks a bit like me. First, you'll have to crop those
whiskers, Lawlor."
He clutched at the threatened whiskers with both hands.
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