Dink scratched his head, and as the possibilities of the
scheme filtered into his dull brain a broad grin bared his
yellow teeth.
"You're dere, pal," he exclaimed, real admiration in his
tone. "But who's goin' to do it?"
"I'll do it," said Crumb. "Dere ain't no chanct of gettin' in
bad for it, so I jest as soon do the job. Get me a knife, or an
ax from de kitchen--de gat makes too much noise."
Something awoke Billy Byrne with a start. Faintly, in the
back of his consciousness, the dim suggestion of a loud noise
still reverberated. He sat up and looked about him.
"I wonder what that was?" he mused. "It sounded like the
report of a gun."
Bridge awoke about the same time, and turned lazily over,
raising himself upon an elbow. He grinned at Billy.
"Good morning," he said, and then:
Says I, "Then let's be on the float. You certainly have got my goat;
You make me hungry in my throat for seeing things that's new.
Out there somewhere we'll ride the range a-looking for the new and strange;
My feet are tired and need a change. Come on! It's up to you!"
"Come on, then," agreed Billy, coming to his feet.
As he rose there came, faintly, but distinct, the unmistakable
scream of a frightened woman.
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