"But you're not outfitted. There's no grub there. You better take it easy. You'll feel better to-morrow."
"I don't need no outfit. I reckon I'll saddle Pill."
Sundown turned the Mexican's pony into the corral and saddled his own horse which he led to the bunk-house. "I ain't got no gun," he said. "The sheriff gent's got mine. Mebby you'd be lendin' me one?"
Wingle stepped to the doorway and stood beside Corliss. "What does he want, Jack?"
"He's loco. Wants to borrow a gun." The rancher turned to Sundown. "See here, Sun, there's no use thinking you've got to take a hand in this. Some of the boys'll get the Mexican sure! I can't stop them, but I don't want you to get in trouble."
"No. You come on in and eat," said Wingle. "You got a touch of sun, I guess."
Sundown mounted. "Ain't you goin' to do nothin'?" he asked again.
Corliss and Wingle glanced at each other. "No, not now."
"Then me and Chance is," said Sundown. "Come on, Chance."
Corliss and the cook watched the tall figure as it passed through the gateway and out to the mesa. "I'll go head him off, if you say the word, Jack."