"Sure," said Archie, grinning, proud to be thus recognized.
"That's the grift; we'll nick the screw; and when you go home you'll be ready to--"
"No," said Dalton determinedly, "I've got them tools planted--but--"
"Why don't you take him out with a swell mob of guns?" suggested Archie.
"Think he could stall for the dip?" asked the Kid. "What do you think, Jack?"
"I'll stick to prowlin'," said Dalton, shaking his head and muttering to himself.
"He's stir simple," remarked the Kid, not without pity.
But the Kid was tired of his new occupation.
"I don't believe I'm a very good bolt-maker," he said to Archie.
"You might cut off a finger, or get Sweeny--"