"Me take him," he decided.
"Oh," said Whitey, "and I wait up in the mountains alone.

Perhaps you wouldn't mind sending me daily or hourly reports of Bull's condition while he is recovering from the fatigue of his journey." Injun didn't know whether this was sarcasm, or if he was being kidded, and he didn't care.

His was a serious mind that was not easily turned to light thoughts.

"No," said Whitey, "he goes with us, I can't bear to disappoint him." And perhaps Injun was better satisfied at this decision, though he did not express himself.
So the journey was resumed.

For a time Whitey would carry Bull.