"I should say so," answered his friend.
Bill Mosely raised himself on his elbow and surveyed Ben and Bradley. Their deep, tranquil breathing showed that they were sound asleep.
Mosely next glanced at the mustangs which were tethered near-by.
"Tom," said he, "I wish we had them mustangs. It's a deal easier ridin' than walkin'."
"I should say so."
"When I struck this party last night I meant to have 'em; but this man is such a bloody ruffian that I don't know as it would be safe."
Hadley said nothing. His customary phrase would not apply, and he was a man of few words, besides.
"What did he say he would do if a fellow stole his horses, Tom?"
"Said he'd die within a week," answered Had-ley, with unfailing memory.
Bill Mosely looked discouraged. He privately thought Bradley was just the man to keep his word, and he did not fancy getting into difficulty with him.