I don't believe they'd
take the risk of trying to get away in a machine; that would hold them to the
main trails, mostly. I know it wouldn't be my way of getting outa reach. I'd
want horses so I could get into rough country, and I've doped it out that
Ramon is too trail-wise to bank very high on an automobile once he got out
away from town. Applehead, you and Lite and Pink and Weary form one party if
it comes to where we want to divide forces. Pack a complete camp outfit on the
sorrel and the black--you notice that's the way I had 'em packed first. Keep
their packs just as we started out, then you'll be ready to strike out by
yourselves whenever it seems best. Get me?"
"We get you, boss," Weary sang out cheerfully, and went to work gathering up
the breakfast things and putting them into two little piles for the packs.
Pink led up the black and the sorrel, and helped to pack them with bedding and
supplies for four, as Luck had ordered, while Lite and Applehead saddled their
horses and then came up to help throw the diamond hitches on the packs.
A couple of rods nearer the rock wall Happy Jack was grumbling, across the
canvas pack of a little bay, at Big Medicine, who was warning him against
leaving his hair so long as a direct temptation to scalp-lifting.
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