"I was just learnin' him the ropes, and he quit me cold," complained
Cheyenne, appealing to Scott.
"He aims to keep out of trouble," suggested Scott.
"I ain't got no friends," said Cheyenne, grinning.
"Thanks for that," said Scott.
Cheyenne reached in his pocket and drew out the dice. His eyes
brightened. He rattled the dice and shot them across the hardpacked
ground near the doorstep. Then he struck a match to see what he had
thrown. "I'm hittin' the road five minutes after six, to-morrow
mornin'," he declared, as he picked up the dice.
CHAPTER XIX
DORRY COMES TO TOWN
At six, next morning, Bartley and Scott were on their way to San
Andreas, Bartley riding Dobe and Scott hazing two pack-burros. They took
a hill trail, which, Scott explained, was shorter by miles than the
valley road which Cheyenne and Bartley had taken to the gulch. Cheyenne
was forced to stay at the miner's cabin until Scott returned with the
pack-saddle and outfit left in the livery. Scott was after supplies and
tobacco.
At first Cheyenne had thought of going along with them. But he
reconsidered.
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