"Not wait for Apaches to come," said To-la-go-to-de. "All ride after them to-night. Pale-faces ride with Lipans."
That was a part of the agreement, but it had not been any part of the intention of Captain Skinner.
"We're in for it, boys," he said, when he returned to his own camp. "We must throw the redskins off to-night. It's time to unload that wagon. We're close to the Mexican line. Every man must carry his own share."
"Guess we can do that."
"I don't believe we can. It'll be as much as a man's life's worth to be loaded down too much with all the riding we've got before us."
"We won't leave an ounce if we can help it."
"Well, not any more'n we can help."
It was a strange sight, a little later, the group those ragged, weather-beaten men made around their rescued wagon, while their leader sat in front of it with a pair of scales before him.
"Some of the dust is better than other some."
"So are the bars and nuggets."