Hank and Pierre professed to be alarmed; and when they went away in the morning to get their guns, which Thad had left ten miles off, they declared they were going to reform, and either go into the mines, or else emigrate to British Columbia.
“But,” said Toby Smathers, “they ain’t goin’ to do it, mark me. Them critters are cut out for jail-birds, and they’ll either bring up thar, or else die with their boots on.”
“Well, all I hope is,” said Thad, as he gave Mike, the pack mule, a touch with the whip to start him moving, “that we never cross their trail again.”
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