“Find anything?” he asks like the weak croak of a frog.
“Not yet,” I whispers back at him.
He nods, slaps the mule side of its head and turns into the road.
“I’m still looking,” he whispers, and I says:
“That’s fine. So am I, but I can’t see nothing, Wick.”
And when I laid down beside Muley, I saw Wick and Solomon fade off up the road toward Paradise. After a while we all got up and sort of stood around. Chuck yawned and looked at his watch-chain. Pretty soon Telescope cleared his throat—
“I’m—I’m all through—with all of you—the whole danged bunch!” says he hesitating-like and starts limping toward town.
“Me—me, too,” says Muley and follers Telescope.
Chuck looks at me mean-like and says—“Me too.”
He pilgrims after Muley.