“I say yes,” persisted Thursby. “But I’m forgetting to ask questions. How the devil did you get back?”
“I will a tale unfold will harrow up thy bones––and 339 the rest of it,” replied Haig, laughing. “But first: when did you arrive?”
“By the last stage in.”
“And what have you told them––my pleasant neighbors?”
“Nothing. But they have the impression that I came for the final payment on the ranch, and that I remained because you were lost in the mountains.”
“Good. Now, old man, I’ll tell you how you can repay me in full for anything you may think I’ve done for you.”
“Go on!”
“Are you ready to assume the responsibility for my acts? I mean in the matter of the land and cattle? The rest is still my affair.”
“Most certainly.”
“Well, then. I’ve very special reasons for needing peace with Huntington.”