It's simple as A B C,
now that you know it's there. They can't beat you, and you don't
require a word of testimony from me. But that poor girl needs
me,--she's almost crazed by this thing,--and I 'm going with her, if I
have to fight my way out from here with a rifle. That's the whole of
it--either you give me those horses, or I 'll take them."
Old Hicks looked into the grim face fronting him so threateningly, the
complete situation slowly revealing itself to his mind.
"Great Guns!" he said at last, almost apologetically. "Yer need n't do
nothin' like that. Lord, no! I like yer first rate, an' I like the
girl. Yer bet I do, an' I 'm damn glad that Farnham 's knocked out.
Shore, I 'll help the both o' yer. I reckon Stutter 'd be no good as a
guide ter-night, but I kin show yer the way down the ravine. The rest
is just ridin'. Yer kin leave them hosses with the section-boss at
Daggett till I come fer 'em."
CHAPTER XXVIII
ACROSS THE DESERT TO THE END
Never in the after years could Winston clearly recall the incidents of
that night's ride across the sand waste.
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