“We got some hosses with a Nevada brand, over at the Dot,” sez I. “I’ll slip over an’ get one while you’re havin’ your complexion bleached off. They broke out an’ got with the herd before we finished brandin’ ’em, and we just let it go. The chances are they haven’t been rebranded yet.”
“All right,” sez The. “If I’m to do it at all, I want it to go through; but I have an idee ’at those vultures pickin’ at my liver are goin’ to be mighty unpleasant company.”
Me an’ Spider Kelley, Tillte Dutch an’ Mexican Slim rode over to the Dot and found two o’ those Nevada hosses, still rangin’ with their old brands untouched; so we roped one, and came back with it, without havin’ word with any of the outfit. The Diamond Dot range was the best of any we rode over, and they had put up a lot o’ hay that summer; but still I felt sure ’at they would have to cut down purty close, though I knew ’at Jabez would hold as many as he could for a high price the followin’ year.
We found The’s complexion purty well stewed out and haggard, Kit havin’ put soda in the hot water; so I told him to play sick, and loaf around the house as long as possible. He agreed to it; but the’ was a settled look o’ regret in his face which was a heap different from the one he had wore when he dismounted from the stage at Bosco.
“Night and day,” sez I, “the’ll be at least two of us at the look-out, and you come up with any news you have. Get into the habit of whistlin’ Horace’s tune; so that if ever you’d want to warn us to vamose rapid, you can whistle it. You might ride that way with some o’ Ty’s outfit, or somethin’.”
“It’s not likely,” sez he. “The’s no range up that way, and no trail leadin’ near it; but you fellers want to scatter your tracks all you can, so as not to make a path.”
We made plans for all the unexpected details we could think up; and then he started forth one night, meanin’ to circle to the southwest, and come in from that direction. He wore a red handkerchief under his nose as if to shut out the dust; but shaved clean, and pale as he was, mighty few would have recognized him either as Badger-face, or as the feller what had come in with us a few weeks before. We all shook hands solemn when he left, and promised to be at the look-out the followin’ night, and to be there steady from that on.
“What makes you fellers trust me?” sez he just as he started. “I came down here to put Olaf out o’ business, and then I turned over to your side. Now I’m goin’ back to Ty’s. What makes you think I won’t turn again’ ya, if I get into a tight place?”
Horace went over and took his hand. “Promotheus,” sez he, “I’ve been with you through hot days and cold nights, I’ve been with you through hunger and thirst and danger; and I’d trust you as long as I’d trust myself. You’re not goin’ to Ty’s because you’re a traitor. You’re goin’ because you’re a changed man, and the new man you’ve become is willin’ to risk his life for what he thinks is right. No matter what happens, I’ll trust ya; so take that along to think over.”
Promotheus winked his eyes purty fast, then he gave a sigh and rode off into the night. The’ wasn’t the hint of a smile about his lips, nor a glint o’ gladness in his eyes; but somethin’ in the straight way ’at he held his back let ya know ’at the inside man of him was finally at peace with what the outside man was doin’—and if ya don’t know what that means, the’s no way to tell ya.