“We've only three hosses. An' mine 'll take ridin'—after them squalls,” replied the leader. “We've got packs, too. An' hell 'ain't nothin' on this place fer bein' dark.”
“No matter. Let's go. I'll walk an' lead the way,” said Moze, eagerly. “I got sharp eyes. You fellars can ride an' carry a pack. We'll git out of here an' come back in daylight fer the rest of the outfit.”
“Anson, I'm keen fer thet myself,” declared Shady Jones.
“Jim, what d'ye say to thet?” queried Anson. “Rustlin' out of this black hole?”
“Shore it's a grand idee,” agreed Wilson.
“Thet was a cougar,” avowed Anson, gathering courage as the silence remained unbroken. “But jest the same it was as tough on me as if it hed been a woman screamin' over a blade twistin' in her gizzards.”
“Snake, shore you seen a woman heah lately?” deliberately asked Wilson.
“Reckon I did. Thet kid,” replied Anson, dubiously.
“Wal, you seen her go crazy, didn't you?”
“Yes.”