Little Whizzer’s legs had evidently been bound ever since he had disappeared, and they were too weak to support his body. They propped him against the fence, while they placed Mostano’s body in the house, but made the woman accompany them.
“We’ll send somebody out here,” Brick told the woman, as they picked up Whizzer and started for their horses.
“Don’ want nobody,” she declared. “You keep away.”
“Write yore own ticket,” said Brick shortly, and walked away.
They got their horses and rode back toward Marlin City with Brick carrying Whizzer in his arms. The youngster seemed to be trying to figure out what it was all about, and Brick grinned encouragingly.
“Don’tcha worry, Whizzer,” he told him. “Yo’re plenty safe now.”
They crossed the hills and came out on the grade at the little trail, just south of where Baldy had gone over the bank with the stage. Whizzer had straightened up a little and seemed less dazed now, so Brick led the way back to where the stage had gone over.
The youngster looked around, as though he recognized the spot, and finally looked up at Brick.
“Where’s my daddy?” he asked.
“For the love of mud!” exclaimed Silent. “He’s rememberin’.”