"'N' the
way I'd do, would be to git on high groun' with them glasses 'n' look fer
hosses. 'N' then head fer 'em 'n' round 'em up afoot 'n' rope out what we
want. They's enough of us t' mebby git a mount apiece, but it shore ain't
goin' t' be no snap, now I'm tellin' ye. 'N' if yuh do that," he added, "yuh
want t' leave a man er two in camp--'n' they want to keep their dang eyes
peeled, lemme tell yuh! Ef we was t' find ourselves afoot an' our grub 'n'
outfit stole--"
"We won't give them that chance at us." Luck was searching with his eyes for
the nearest high point that was yet not too far from camp. "I think I'll just
take Andy up on that pinnacle there, and camp down by that pile of boulders.
The rest of you stay around camp and rest yourselves while you've got the
chance. In a couple of hours, Applehead, you and Lite come up and take our
place; then Miguel and Bud, and after that Weary and Happy. Pink, you go and
bed down in the shade somewhere and go to sleep--and quit worrying over last
night. Nobody could have done any better than you did. It was just one put
over on the bunch, and you happened to be the particular goat, that's all.
"Now, if one of us waves his hat over his head, all of you but Happy and Bud
and Pink come up with your rifles and your ropes, because we'll have some
horses sighted.
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