“Might git some uh that movie outfit to come up and git him,” suggested Ren, but Sig promptly vetoed it.
“And have that beautiful lady think that me and you were afraid of her pet, eh?”
“I’d rather be uh live coward than uh dead hero,” stated Ren. “There ain’t no honor in th’ grave fer me. I got an idea though. Mebby she’s good and mebby again she ain’t.”
“Shoot.”
“I’ll unfasten th’ door and let her open jist a little ways. Sabe? Th’ cat will try to come out and I’ll slam th’ door shut when he’s half-ways out an’ all you has to do is to put two ropes on him. You take one and I’ll take th’ other and Mr. Oscar is plumb helpless.”
“Uh ha,” agreed Sig. “That’s uh hy-iu scheme—if you holds him.”
“Aw ——, Sig, he’s tame! I’ll hold him. All you got to do is to slip th’ two ropes on him and give me one. Sabe?”
Sig went to the corral and brought back two ropes. He held the nooses handy while Ren removed the bar. He opened the door an inch at a time and braced himself for the rush.
“Come on out, Oscar,” pleaded Sig. “Be uh nice li’l cat and come on——”