All to be in good order an' delivered right here within ten minutes.
An' you might fetch a war-bag to pack 'em in. Hurry up now! 'Cause if
you ain't back in ten minutes, I'll be movin' along, an' when I pass
the word to the owners of them cattle it's goin' to raise their
asperity some obnoxious."
With a growl the man disappeared into the house to return a few minutes
later with a sack whose sides bulged.
"Dump 'em out an' we'll look 'em over!" ordered the Texan and the man
complied.
"All right. Throw 'em in again an' hand 'em up."
When he had secured the load by means of his pack strings he turned to
the rancher.
"So long, Johnson, an' if I was you I wouldn't lose no time in
attendin' to the last solemn obsequies of them defunk dogies. I'll
never squeal, but you can't tell how soon someone else might come
a-ridin' along through the foot-hills."
CHAPTER XIII
A BOTTLE OF "HOOCH"
It was well past the middle of the afternoon when the Texan rode up the
steep incline and unsaddled his horse. The occupants of the camp were
all asleep, the girl in her little shelter tent, and Bat and Endicott
with their blankets spread at some little distance away. Tex carried
the outfit he had procured from Johnson into the timber, then crawled
cautiously to the pilgrim's side, and awoke him without arousing the
others.
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