"Ce't'inly," said George; and away he went to rout out the saddles.
I could not understand Margaret's next remark.
"If they do come down after you," said she, "I 'll tell them——"
"Better tell them you did n't see us go away," interrupted Apache Kid. "Better just don't see us go away—and then you 'll be able to speak the truth. You won't know which way we went."
She seemed very sad at this, but George now returned with the saddles, and we were soon ready for the way, our blankets strapped behind.
Margaret held up her hand.
"Good-bye," she said.
"Good-bye, Miss Pinkerton," said Apache Kid.
She stretched up and said: "You 're too good a man to be——" I lost the rest, and, indeed, I was not meant to hear anything.
She shook hands with me.