'I hope I shall always be ready to help a pal in trouble,' said Jim.
'I am sure you will. I am afraid I treated you rather off-handed the other day.'
'I didn't like your manner, I confess,' said Jim. 'I thought you were glad to get rid of me.'
'Not at all. You misunderstood me. I hope we shall be as good friends as ever.'
'I hope so,' said Jim. 'It will not be my fault if we are not.'
'I don't think I will meddle with Dalton's gang. No good will come out of it, and I have my horse again, thanks to you,' said Shaw.
'As you please,' replied Jim.
'But it would be for the good of the district if they were bundled out, neck and crop, and you are the proper man to see it done.'
'Sergeant Machinson has the matter in hand, and I will tell him all about your capture of the horse from Dalton's men. He is bound to take action then.'
'He will not; you see if he does,' replied Jim.