Just like yuh.

Get onto this'n uh mine--he's the best in the bunch--and light out--if yuh still want t' catch that train." I came back from the primitive with a rush.

I no longer wanted to kill and kill.

Dad was lying "critically ill" in Frisco--and Frisco was a long way off! The miles between bulked big and black before me, so that I shivered and forgot my quarrel with King.

I must catch that train.
I went with one leap up into the saddle as Perry Potter slid down, thought vaguely that I never could ride with the stirrups so short, but that there was not time to lengthen them; took my feet peevishly out of them altogether, and dashed down, that winding way between King's sheds and corrals while the Ragged H boys kept King's men at bay, and the unmusical medley of shots and yells followed us far in the darkness of the pass.