And I aim to come up a-shootin' if the--" "Yore dead right, Bill.

Night-ridin' 's bad enough when a feller rides his own hawse.

It'd need some darn smooth explainin' then.

But when a man takes an' saddles up another feller's hawse--" "I kin see his objeck in that," Bill said.

"He had a long trail to foller, an' he tuk the hawse that'd git 'im there and back the quickest.
Now what I'd admire to know is, who was the rider, an' where was he goin' to?
D' you happen to miss anybody las' night, Bud ?" "Me?
Thunder! Bill, you know damn well I wouldn't miss my own beddin' roll if it was drug out from under me!" "Same here," mourned Bill.