‘I’m ridin’, too, Mister. For a while—’
‘You’re not going—you’re not going back?’
‘Back into Mexico?’ the other laughed.
‘I thought, perhaps—’
‘Why, you don’t seem to believe I like it here,’ Bart chuckled. ‘Pretty near everything a man could want—’
Just words, perhaps, Elbert thought. He didn’t see how Bart could forget. He couldn’t have, if he had been in Bart’s place.
‘Oh, yes, I like to look and listen around here,’ the big fellow went on, ‘and back in that tunnel there’s a message for you and me all right, but no hurry, as you say. We’ll wait a little longer for that. A whole lot of times down in Sonora I’ve wondered just how it would feel to turn loose in an American town—Tucson, for instance.’
‘I’ll be stopping off in Tucson,’ Elbert allowed.
That day they rode down to San Forenso and left the horses at Mort Cotton’s ranch. Elbert planned to take the night train.