"
"How do you get down?"
"Through a long, twistin' ravine; it's a mean place fer travellin', an'
you have ter lead the hoss till yer strike the sand."
"Ever cross there yourself?"
"Wal, no," stroking his beard; "but Stutter come back thet way onct,
from a hunt or something. He never said nothin' when he struck in, but
yer could 'a' scraped alkali off him with a hoe, an' he drunk a whole
bucket o' water without takin' breath. So I reckon it wa'n't no
pleasure jaunt."
"Then it's got to be Stutter," decided Winston, rising to his feet,
"for we must get word to San Juan. I 'm going inside to see how Hayes
is feeling."
"I reckon thet's the ticket," agreed Hicks, gloomily, "but I 'm blamed
if I like losin' him. He 's a fightin' man, thet Stutter, after he
onct gits his blood stirred up, an' I 'm sorter expectin' a lively time
yere when it gits dark. It 'll be Farnham's last chance ter put us out
o' the way, an' he 's likely ter take it. I 'll bet Stutter won't go,
leastwise without the gal; he 's natural bull-headed, besides bein' in
love.
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