If he does hit water regular, I
calc'late we kin purty nigh foller his lead. They's things I don't like about
the way this here trail is leading out this way, now I'm tellin' yuh! Way
we're goin', we'll be in the Seven Lakes country 'fore we know it. Looks to me
like them greasers must stand in purty well with the Navvies--'n' if they do,
it'll be dang hard pullin' to git 'em away 'n! outa here. 'N' if they don't
stand in, they'd oughta bore more west than what they're doin'. Looks dang
queer to me, now I'm tellin' ye!"
"Well, all I want is to overtake them. We'll do it, too. The little grain
these horses get is showing its worth right now," Luck cheered him. "They're
keeping up better than I was afraid they would. We've got that advantage--a
Mexican don't as a rule grain his horses, and the chances are that Ramon
thought more about the gold than he did about carrying horse-feed. We can hold
on longer than he can, Applehead."
"We can't either," Applehead disputed, "because if Ramon takes a notion he'll
steal fresh horses from the Injuns."
"I thought you said he stood in with the Injuns," Weary spoke up from the
ambling group, behind. "You're kinda talkin' in circles, ain't you,
Applehead?"
"Well, I calc'late yuh jest about got to talk in.
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