“What do you think, Dirty?” asks Magpie.
“Think?”
Dirty swings his bronc around and talks to us over his shoulder.
“I think you three has had all the fun you’re going to out of me. I don’t know what it means, but you can all go to —— as far as I’m concerned.”
We watches him ride off down the road.
“Is he—er—entirely sane?” asks Ajax, watching Dirty disappear.
“Not now,” says Magpie. “A human being can only stand so much. He got bit by a hipwiggler the other night.”
“Ah! Quite interesting.”
And he writes something in his little book.
Ajax wanted to rest that day, so we didn’t bother him none. It gave us a chance to control our natural impulses to kill him, and also gave us a chance to do a little placer work.