‘Do you mean to—to tie the body on the horse?’
‘Something like that, I think it can be done.’ Nan secured a length of spot-cord lariat and came back to him.
‘I was just thinking again,’ smiled Rex. ‘The body is very stiff, and I wonder if—no, I guess we better just drape him across the saddle. Do you feel capable of helping me lift him up, Nan?’
She shut her eyes tightly, but nodded in the affirmative. It was a tough job. Rex was none too strong, and Nan’s natural aversion to touching the body did not add any material strength to her arms.
But they finally managed to place the body across the saddle, face down, and together they roped it tightly. Rex knew nothing about knots; so he let Nan tie off the ropes. Luckily it was a gentle horse.
‘Now, that is done,’ said Rex thankfully.
‘But what next?’ asked Nan anxiously, scanning the hills. She was mortally afraid some one would come before the coast was clear.
‘Would this horse go home?’ asked Rex.
‘It might. Oh, that would——’
‘Let’s try it, Nan.’