"I've a great mind to carry off them mustangs," said Mosely thoughtfully. "Are you with me?"
"I should say so."
"Why don't you ever say something else, Tom?" demanded Mosely impatiently.
"What do you want me to say?" asked Hadley, in surprise.
"Well, never mind; it's your way, I suppose, and I can rely upon you."
"I should say so."
Mosely shrugged his shoulders. It was clearly idle to expect any great variety in Tom Hadley's conversation.
"Whatever we do must be done quickly," he said, in a quiet, decided tone. "They'll wake up before long, and there won't be any chance. You, Tom, take that near animal, and I'll tackle the other. Jest untie them quiet and easy, and when I say the word start. Do you understand?"
"I should say so, Bill," said Hadley, nodding.
"Then here goes."