An'
no one else won't know it, neither. Then you-all ride back an' pertend
to keep mum, but leak it out that we done hung him. They won't be no
posse hunt for him then an' I'll take him an' slip him acrost to the N.
P. or the C. P. R. an' let him go. It's too good a chanct to miss.
Lordy! Won't the pilgrim beg! An' Sam Moore--he'll be scairt out of a
year's growth!"
"But, the girl," objected Curly.
"Oh, the girl--well, they'll turn her loose, of course. They ain't
nothin' on her except for a witness. An' if they ain't no prisoner
they won't need no witness, will they?"
"That's right," assented the other. "By gosh, Tex, what you can't
think up, the devil wouldn't bother with. That's sure some stunt.
Let's get the boys an' go to it!"
"You get the boys together. Get about twenty of the live ones an' head
'em over to the Headquarters. I'll go hunt up a horse for the pilgrim
an' be over there in half an hour."
Curly passed from man to man, whom he singled out from among the
dancers and onlookers, and the Texan slipped unobserved through the
door and proceeded directly to the hotel. On the street he met Bat.
"De pilgrim, she lock up in de woolhouse an' Sam Moore she stan' 'long
de door wit two revolver an' wan big rifle."
"All right, Bat. You look alive now, an' catch up Purdy's horse an'
see that you get a good set of bridle reins on him, an' find the girl's
horse an' get holt of a pack-horse somewheres an' get your war-bag an'
mine an' our blankets onto him, an' go down to the store an' get a
couple more pairs of blankets, an' grub enough fer a week for four, an'
get that onto him, an' have all them horses around to the side door of
the hotel in twenty minutes, or I'll bust you wide open an' fill your
hide with prickly pears.
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