"You ain't what?"
"No, I'm off of it"; he dismounted and tightened his cinch, and the other followed his example.
"Off of it! You ain't sick, or nothin'?"
"No. Can't a man——?"
"Oh, sure, he could, but he wouldn't, onless—you got your camp near here?"
Tex was aware the other was eyeing him closely.
"Tolerable."
"Let's go camp then. I left my pack horse hobbled way up on Last
Water."
The Texan was thinking rapidly. Curt was a friend of long standing and desired to share his camp, which is the way of the cow country. Yet, manifestly this was impossible. There was only one way out and that was to give offence.
"No. I'm campin' alone these days."