“Well, I didn’t know but you might, but I hadn’t stopped to think what would happen to the dollar if you did. The river didn’t look so near.”
Billie chuckled to himself good-naturedly as he
returned his six-shooter to its holster, while Adrian continued:
“I’ll make a better guess at distances before I try it again. I can’t afford to be losing dollars like that.”
“Oh, that’s all right, Ad!” and Billie shoved his hand down into his pocket. “Here’s one to take its place.”
Adrian shook his head and made no move to take the proffered coin.
“Go on, take it!” insisted Billie. “I don’t want to make you lose your last dollar.”
“That’s all right about my last dollar,” replied Adrian. “I guess I know where to get another, and the lesson is worth a peso.”
“Well, if you go broke because of it, don’t be afraid to tell me,” was Billie’s joking reply; “but what can be keeping Donald, I wonder. It’s high time we were getting back over the river,” and Billie cast his eye toward the mountains some miles in the distance to see how close to their tops the sun was getting.
“He’ll surely be here in a few minutes,” said Adrian. “He knows how long it will take us to get to town as well as we do.”