Chet coiled the lariat up slowly; nor had he followed John Peep far when Dig rejoined him.
“Lucky I had this rope hung on the saddle-bow, wasn’t it?” Chet observed.
“Going to take it with you?” queried his friend.
“Yes. It might come in handy again.”
“Huh!” returned Dig. “I’d rather have a gun along.”
“What under the sun do you want a gun for?” asked Chet.
“Well! you never know when you’re going to want a gun—up here in the mountain, anyway.”
“Nonsense! You see that fellow isn’t armed,” pointing to the Indian.
“That’s his business,” said Dig doubtfully. “You never know when you’re going to run into a mountain lion—”
“Pshaw!” exclaimed Chet Havens. “We’re not looking for game.”