‘Oh, I don’t know,’ she replied wearily. ‘I must have gone to sleep, you see.’
‘Well, that’s all right,’ laughed Hashknife. ‘I’ll boost yuh up on Ghost, and we’ll head for home.’
He picked Nan up in his arms and placed her in the saddle.
‘I’ll give yuh a leg up, Rex,’ he said. ‘You ride behind Nan. Ghost is broke to ride double.’
‘But you can’t walk all the way,’ protested Nan.
‘Can’t I? Shucks, I could walk to the moon right now.’
He helped Rex on behind the saddle, and they went on up the winding grades, while Nan told Hashknife the story of what had happened to them from the time some one shot Rex’s horse until they left the masked man on the mesa.
‘I thought you’d see the buzzards,’ said Rex.
‘I seen ’em. Gosh, what an experience yuh had!’
‘I—I think Rex went crazy for a while,’ said Nan. ‘When he fought with the crazy man.’