“So you will haf to be careful.”
“Well, I guess. I wish it was any man but Shepard.”
They talked the matter over at length, suggesting and discussing various plans, with the chances for and against each. The afternoon was well gone when they were through.
“I’ll try it,” said Benson resolutely; “I’ll make a break to do something for pore old Joe; I know he would for me. You see, pals in this line have got to stick together, or make a try to, even at the risk of going under. If I don’t do something for him, I reckon he will have to hang. That would be a pity, for the feller he killed had it in for him, and deserved to be put under the sod.”
“That is righdt, too,” assented White-eyed Moses.
He was ready at last to go.
“I vill tell Gopher Gabe that you vill undertake it.”
“That’s right. Say to Gabe that he’ll hear of me doing something inside of twenty-four hours.”