"And," said Loudon in conclusion, "I'm goin' south after the little hoss in two or three weeks."
"Queet?"
"Yep."
"I queet, too. I go wit' you."
"What for? No need o' you losin' yore job, too."
"—— de job! I been here long tam—two, t'ree year. I wan' for move along un see w'at happen een de worl'. Een you' beesness, two gun ees better dan only wan. Are you me?"
"Oh, I'm you all right enough. I'll be glad to have yuh with me, Telescope, but——"
"Den dat ees settle'," interrupted Telescope, his eyes glittering in the glow of his cigarette. "Wen you go, I go, un togedder we weel geet de leetle hoss. Ah, my frien', eet ees de luck I have you to go wit'. I been knowin' for week now I mus' go soon."
"Gettin' restless?"
Telescope nodded, his eyes fixed on the far-away line of saw-toothed mountains black against the stars. When he spoke, his voice had altered.