“Don’t you boys git too previous and shoot at me,” he called. “I ain’t aimin’ to hurt you none. I’m jest comin’ a-borryin’.”
“Borrowing what?” asked Chet.
“Say! you’ve borrowed enough from us, I should think!” ejaculated Dig, with disgust.
“Well! you shouldn’t have such a temptin’ outfit,” and Tony chuckled. He had stopped at a distance, however, for Chet had loosened the six-shooter in his belt and the man respected the hint.
“What do you want to borrow, Tony?” asked Chet quietly.
“Why, I tell ye frank an’ open, boys,” he said, “we want meat an’ we want it bad. If you shoot one o’ them buffalo you’ll give us some, won’t ye?”
“All you want,” replied Chet shortly. “We had to leave most of the other carcass to the wolves.”
“Well, that’s han’some of ye,” agreed Tony. “I don’t suppose ye have more than ye want right now, have ye?” he added sheepishly. “Ter tell ye the truth—”
“Which must be hard telling for you, Tony!” broke in Dig.
“Ter tell ye the truth,” went on the big man, without noticing Dig’s remark, “we ain’t got a smitch o’ meat left.”