The Texan laughed: "I suppose I ought to take you into Timber City, but
I won't. I imagine, though, when the Judge hears about this, you'd
better be hittin' the high spots. He's right ugly with horse thieves."
"Hey, hain't ye goin' to ontie me?" squealed the man, as the four
started down the bank with the horses.
"You don't suppose I'd go off an' leave a good rope where you could get
your claws on it, do you? Wait 'til we get these horses onto the
flat-boat, and all the guns around here collected so you can't peck at
us from the brush, an' I'll be back."
"You gon' on to Timbaire City," said Bat, "an' I'm com' long bye-m-bye.
A'm tak' dis hoss an' ride back an' git ma saddle an' bridle." He
advanced and removed his hat; "_Adieu, ma'mselle_, mebbe-so I ain' git
dere 'til you gon'. Ol' Bat, he lak' you fine. You need de help,
som'tam', you mak' de write to ol' Bat an', ba Goss, A'm com' lak'
hell--you bet you dam' life!" Tears blinded the girl's eyes as she
held out her hand, and as a cavalier of old France, the half-breed bent
and brushed it with his lips. He shook the hand of Endicott: "Som'tam'
mebbe-so you com' back, we tak' de hont. Me--A'm know where de elk an'
de bear liv' plenty." Endicott detected a twinkle in his eye as he
turned to ascend the bank: "You mak' Tex ke'p de strong lookout for de
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