“Plant in?” demanded Welton.

The meek woman had no opportunity to reply.

“Sure!  Sure!  Come in!” roared the Supervisor’s great voice.

They entered to find the fat man, his coat off, leaning luxuriously back in an office chair, his feet up on another, a cigar in his mouth.  He waved a hospitable hand.

“Sit down!  Sit down!” he wheezed.  “Glad to see you.”

“They tell me there’s a fire over in the Stone Creek country,” said Welton.

“So it’s reported,” said Plant comfortably.  “I’ve sent a man over already to investigate.”

“That timber adjoins ours,” went on Welton.  “Sending one ranger to investigate don’t seem to help the old man a great deal.”

“Oh, it may not amount to much,” disclaimed Plant vaguely.

“But if it does amount to much, it’ll be getting one devil of a start,” persisted Welton.  “Why don’t you send over enough men to give it a fight?”

“Haven’t got ’em,” replied Plant briefly.

“There’s three playing poker now, down in the first saloon,” broke in Bob.

Plant looked at him coldly for ten seconds.

“Those men are waiting to tally Wright’s cattle,” he condescended, naming one of the most powerful of the valley ranch kings.

But Welton caught at Bob’s statement.

“All you need is one man to count cattle,” he pointed out.  “Can’t you do that yourself, and send over your men?”

“Are you trying to tell me my business, Mr. Welton?” asked the Supervisor formally.

Welton laughed one of his inexpressible chuckles.

“Lord love you, no!” he cried.  “I have all I can handle.  I’m merely trying to protect my own.  Can’t you hire some men, then?”

“My appropriation won’t stand it,” said Plant, a gleam coming into his eye.  “I simply haven’t the money to pay them with.”  He paused significantly.

“How much would it take?” inquired Welton.

Plant cast his eyes to the ceiling.

“Of course, I couldn’t tell, because I don’t know how much of a fire it is, or how long it would take to corral it.  But I’ll tell you what I’ll do:  suppose you leave me a lump sum, and I’ll look after such matters hereafter without having to bother you with them.  Of course, when I have rangers available I’ll use ’em; but any time you need protection, I can rush in enough men to handle the situation without having to wait for authorizations and all that.  It might not take anything extra, of course.”

“How much do you suppose it would require to be sure we don’t run short?” asked Welton.

“Oh, a thousand dollars ought to last indefinitely,” replied Plant.

The two men stared at each other for a moment.  Then Welton laughed.

“I can hire a heap of men for a thousand dollars,” said he, rising.  “Goodnight.”

Plant rumbled something.  The two went out, leaving the fat man chewing his cigar and scowling angrily after them.