“Who said ye would?” asked the disgusted Mike, as Alvin winked at Chester.
“I did; didn’t you hear me?”
“But ye don’t know where I’m going.”
“That makes no difference; I’m with you straight through.”
The chance was too good for Alvin and Chester to let slip. The face of the former brightened with hypocritical comradeship.
“Now isn’t that fine? Mike, you’re in luck.”
“As Larry Bergen remarked whin he found he had one finger lift after the pistol busted in his hand.”
“How nice it will be to have Butler with you the whole day!” Chester was mean enough to add.
“Aren’t you three going together?” asked the surprised interloper.
“We are particular as to our company,” said Alvin; “Chester and I travel together while Mike goes alone,—that is to say he would do so if you had not come along in time.”