grudges, not when theyâre handed me by men who I thought was my friends!â
âYou was never over particular about choosinâ yore friends,â Maverick muttered as he hovered over the fire. The bluntness and unfriendliness of the remark were without effect on Cherokee.
âYouâre dead right there,â he drawled. âI used to think if a man was on the level with his pals that it didnât matter what else he was. But Iâm learninâ. Somethinâ will be done about it, too, whether I tag along with you boys or go it alone.â
âThatâs for you to decide,â said Little Bill. âIâd like to know your answer.â
âIâd give it to you in a second if I thought I could hold up my end. But you see the shape Iâm in. Iâm afraid I wouldnât be much good to you.â
Cherokee could not have said anything better calculated to improve their opinion of him. An immediate evidence of better feeling was reflected in Maverickâs tone as he told the Kid to come and get it.
âIt ainât much,â he said, âbut youâll find it fillinâ.â
Cherokee did not have to be asked a second time.
âSee him put it away!â Latch chuckled. âI tell yuh heâs as tough as bull hide. Three, four days from now heâll be as sassy as ever.â
âBut thatâll be three or four days,â Cherokee said between mouthfuls. âI understood you to say that these boys was movinâ right away. If thatâs the case they may be throwinâ lead by this time tomorrow. I take it they know where to look for the Sontags.â
It called for an answer and Luther and the others waited for Little Bill to voice it.
âIt is a fact we are pullinâ away from here this afternoon,â said he, âbut weâre just goinâ to take it easy and drift up to the Kansas line. The Sontags donât figger in our plans until we finish a little business we got ahead of us.â
Cherokeeâs answer was a wide grin. Whether he was pleased or relieved it was impossible to tell, for his grin was a tell-nothing parting of the lips that left his swart face an inscrutable mask.
âThat sounds suspiciously like business with a bank,â he remarked flippantly.
âI reckon itâll git to that,â Little Bill snapped out, his tone sharp enough to be a rebuke. âI aim to go over the line by myself. The rest will hide out somewhere. I may be gone a day or two. When I git back weâll know what weâre goinâ to do.â
âIf Jake Creek is in the general direction youâre headinâ for,â Latch spoke up, âwe wonât have no trouble about keepinâ under cover and gittinâ some grub. We can go to Reb Leflettâs ranch. Iâve done business with him. Heâll take us in and we can make a deal for a hoss or two.â
âThatâll work out all right,â Bill said thoughtfully. He spoke as though his plans were more definite than he cared to say. âI know just about where Leflettâs place is located. If we leave here in the next hour we ought to be on Jake Creek soon after sun up.â
âEasy enough!â Latch assured him.
Little Bill turned to the Kid.
âWhat have yuh got to say to that, Cherokee? Is it too much ridinâ for yuh?â
âI can make it as far as the creek, all right,â the latter replied readily. âI know Latch is dead set on throwinâ in with you boys. Suppose I trail along with you as far as Leflettâs place. If my laig ainât right by the time youâre ready to pull out from there, why, just leave me behind. That ought to work out about right for all of us.â
Again he had said the right thing. No one could find fault with what he proposed.
They smoked another cigarette or two and then began to break camp. Traveling as light as they were it was the work of only a few
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