"I can; but I won't."
Art waved a hand at him. "He can tally; but he won't."
Three ropes dropped over the surprised ex-tally man and were drawn not unpleasantly tight. He thought it might be a joke, so he grinned; it would not do to let anyone think he took it seriously, because it might cause them to take it that way. "Takes three men on hosses to rope me," he jeered, chuckling. "Better get th' rest of th' gang before I gets rough an' boisterous."
"Can you set a horse?" asked Slim.
"I shore can't," regretted Two-Spot. "It's one of th' sorrers of my life."
"Then we'll have to tie him on," said Wood. "Chuck us out a couple of hobbles, Art."
"I can ride any hoss you can," boasted Two-Spot. "I was bustin' 'em before you was borned."
"Then we'll hobble th' hoss," laughed Wiggins.
"Loosen 'em up; I hears Dave a-callin'!" exclaimed Two-Spot, suspiciously eager to answer duty's call.
"Where you aimin' to have him swing?" demanded Art. "Squint has got to be revenged."