“Well, Carlos, so-long,” said Bill, when Henderson had ridden away out of hearing. “I hope you will reach the States in safety. Put it there.”
“Are you going to leave me here?” said I, overjoyed.
“Yes, I reckon we might as well. What do you say, Jack?”
“Let the kid go. He’s a brave lad,” returned Jack.
“Now, Bill,” said I, as I took the outlaw’s hand in mine, “I want to say something, if I thought you would not take it to heart.”
“No preaching, now!” said Bill, with a laugh.
“No, I won’t preach. Why do you do this?”
“Well, that’s preaching, and I didn’t agree to answer every one of your questions.”
“You see something about me that reminds you of days when you did not do this way,” said I. “That person don’t know where you are, and——”
“That’s neither here nor there,” said Bill impatiently. “So-long, Carlos. Come on, Jack.”