So I walked across the mountains and come after you." "Wait!" exclaimed Pete Reeve.

"You walked ?" "Yep," he went on, heedless of the fact that Pete Reeve was peering earnestly into the face of his companion, now puckered with the earnest frown of thought.

"I come down hoping to get you and kill you.
Besides, that wouldn't only pay back Uncle Bill.

It would make him think that I was a man.

You see, Reeve, I ain't quick thinking, and I ain't bright.