We're all needed here.

To hell with the mine! Come on!" * * * * * They found Bobby, far along in the afternoon, in the sandhills.

His lips were cracked and bleeding; his tongue was beginning to blacken and swell; his eyes were swollen nearly shut from alkali dust, and there was an ugly gash in the hair's edge above his left ear; he was caked with blood and mire, and he clung to the saddle horn with both hands--but he drove six horses before him.
They gave him, a little at a time, the heated water from their canteens.
A few small drinks cheered him up amazingly.

After a big soapweed was touched off for a signal fire, he was able to tell his story.
"Naw, I ain't hurt none to speak of; but I'm some tired.

I hit a high lope and catched up with them in the aidge of the sandhills," he said.
"I got 'em all unhobbled but old Heck; and then that ornery Nig horse kicked me in the head--damn him! Knocked me out quite a spell.