"The way the thing is now, if the boys plays the game accordin' to
Hoyle, there won't be no posses out huntin' you 'cause folks will all
think you was lynched. But even if they is a posse or two, which the
chances is there will be, owin' to the loosenin' effect of spiritorious
licker on the tongue, which it will be indulged in liberal when that
bunch hits town, we can slip down into the bad lands an' lay low for a
while, an' then on to the N. P. an' you can get out of the country."
Endicott extended his hand: "I thank you," he said. "It is certainly
white of you boys to go out of your way to help a perfect stranger. I
have no desire to thrust my neck into a noose to further the ends of
politics. One experience of the kind is quite sufficient."
"Never mind oratin' no card of thanks. Just you climb up into the
middle of that bronc an' we'll be hittin' the trail. We got quite some
ridin' to do before we get to the bad lands--an' quite some after."
Endicott reached for the bridle reins of his horse which was cropping
grass a few feet distant.
"But Alice--Miss Marcum!" With the reins in his hand he faced the
Texan. "I must let her know I am safe. She will think I have been
lynched and----"
"She's goin' along," interrupted the Texan, gruffly.
"Going along!"
"Yes, she was bound to see you through because what you done was on her
account.
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