“Maybe he’ll take mine, too.”
“It’s too late. He has sailed before now.”
“That’s a pity,” said Rat. “I’ll have to tote mine clear across the desert. I think I’ll have one or two of your men go with me.”
“That cannot be done.”
“Oh, yes, it can!” roared the man.
“No,” replied Kit Carson, still speaking in low tones. “There isn’t any one of us that wants to go with you.”
“What do you mean by that?” roared Rat, leaping to his feet as he spoke. “Do you mean to say my company isn’t desired?”
“That isn’t what I said.”
“Is that what you mean?”
“I usually mean what I say.”