“Nomad and Wild Bill have men enough with them to protect you, and that is where you’re going.”
“Jest remember what ye said, Buffler Bill,” went on Tex; “ye said thet ther minit Lawless was down an’ out, I was ter be turned loose.”
“Yes.”
“All right then. I jest want it understood.”
“You’re keeping something back, Tex,” said the scout, studying the ruffian’s face as keenly as he could in the faint light.
“I’m bankin’ my life on the result, ain’t I?” returned Tex. “What I’m keepin’ ter myself ain’t goin’ ter interfere none with yore affairs, an’ it’s li’ble ter mean a hull lot ter me.”
“Well, have it your way. As you say, it is very likely your life swings in the balance.”
The scout and Tenny, between them, swung Tex to the back of his horse and tied him there. Immediately afterward, the rest mounted, and Tenny took the bridle of Tex’s horse, to lead the animal on toward Medicine Bluff.
“Pima is a tough camp, Buffler,” observed Tenny, “an’ thet’s why Lawless went thar ter git fresh men. Every whelp in Pima is of ther same caliber as Tex thar, an’ I’m afeared you an’ Miss Dauntless aire goin’ ter hev yer hands full.”
“Not so full but that we can handle the work, all right,” answered the scout confidently. “A bold stroke, just now, will settle Lawless for good and all. The risk is worth taking. Come on, Dell,” he added to his girl pard; “we’re for Chavorta Gorge and Pima.”