Drunk or drugged, I don't care how, but get him here
unharmed. Understand?"
"Mr. Drew, you can start figurin' what you want to say to him now. I'll
get him here--safe! And then Sally--"
"If money will buy her you'll have me behind you when you bid."
"When shall I start?"
"Now."
"So-long, then."
He rose and passed hastily from the room, leaning forward from the hips
like a man who is making a start in a foot-race.
Straight up the stairs he went to his room, for the foreman lived in the
big house of the rancher. There he took a quantity of equipment from a
closet and flung it on the bed. Over three selections he lingered long.
The first was the cartridge belt, and he tried over several with
conscientious care until he found the one which received the cartridges
with the greatest ease. He could flip them out in the night,
automatically as a pianist fingers the scale in the dark.
Next he examined lariats painfully, inch by inch, as though he were
going out to rope the stanchest steer that ever roamed the range.
Already he knew that those ropes were sound and true throughout, but he
took no chances now.
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