“No.”
“No place for a girl. If they hadn’t busted my arm I wouldn’t care so much! If it comes to a 194 show-down I won’t be no good to anybody. Gimme my guns and we’d be headin’ home in five minutes. These hombres know somethin’ o’ my gun play. Gee, it’s lonesome here!” Dodge mused for a moment. “Say, what’s your old man’s idea hog-tyin’ you that-a-way?”
“He’ll tell you perhaps.”
“Uh-huh. Say, what did the Lord make all that stuff for?” with a gesture toward the brazen sea. “What’s it good for, anyhow?”
“But for the sea we wouldn’t have any oysters or codfish,” said Dennison, soberly.
Dodge chuckled.
“Oysters and codfish! Say, you’re all right! Never knew the old man had a son until you blew in. Back in New York nobody ever said nothin’ about you. Where you been?”
“Lots of places.”
“Any ridin’?”
“Some.”