"You ought to be ashamed of that," says he.
"It cayn't be helped." Curly swept his arm across his face. "You Jim, we got to part to-night."
"You wild ass of the desert! What's the matter now?"
"You're goin' through that hole to find yo' liberty, but I stay here."
"Stay, and be hanged to you."
"I got to. How should I be with this wound out there on the range?"
"I'll see to that, youngster. It's only a little way to La Soledad, and I'll get you through. It may hurt, but it's not so bad as being hanged."
"I cayn't travel. We're due to be caught and killed. You go alone, Jim."
"We go together and live, or we stay together and die. Take your choice, Curly."
"Oh, I cayn't bear it—you don't understand!"