“At least we shall be everlastingly in your debt,” insisted Frank.
“No, ye won’t, nuther. I’m glad to be able to help ye out. Moreover, I’ve got a bit of a grudge against Mason myself, an’ I’d like ter see him suffer.”
“Then it is agreed!” cried Frank.
“Thar’s my word on’t.”
“But what will you do with your pony?”
“He’ll trail on all right enuff.”
“All right. Get right into the wagon.”
Beaver Bill climbed into the wagon and Frank went to the dasher.
“How many men do you think Mason has with him?” he asked.
“He mought have a dozen.”