“You horned in where yuh wasn’t wanted, feller.”
“Evidently. Sorry to cause yuh all this trouble.”
“No trouble.” Glover grinned widely, and evidently with great satisfaction. “I jist popped yuh over the head and packed yuh up here.”
He lifted a lariat rope off the floor and got to his feet.
“I’m goin’ to tie yuh up for a while,” he said. “You horned in on somethin’ that don’t concern yuh at all, so I’ll jist fix yuh up with this string. Kinda want yuh to stay put for a while.”
“Well, I’d rather be gettin’ along,” said Hashknife. “If you’d tell me where the nearest town is, I’d——”
“You ain’t goin’ to no town. And if you make any crooked move, I’ll even up the two sides of yore head.”
“Oh, I ain’t goin’ to do nothin’,” assured Hashknife meekly. “I’m neutral.”
“You better be.”
Swiftly he roped Hashknife, who barely repressed a chuckle. There were many things that Kid Glover did not know about hog-tying a man. The slight bracing of a leg, an arm, an elbow, meant nothing to the Kid; but it meant that Hashknife could relax and almost slide out of the ropes.