You got strong, good fence; horses, they don't go away in such little time, you bet!" Johnny stood irresolute, tempted, weakly trying to beat back the temptation while he hugged it to his soul.
"Why don't you--" Johnny was on the point of asking Tomaso's brother why he didn't sell it to the government, but he shut his teeth on the words.
Tomaso's brother evidently had not thought of that; and why put the idea into his head?
"Why don't you and Tomaso go after it and bring it here?
Then if it's all right, I might buy it--for fifty dollars.

I can give you a check on the Arizona State Bank in Tucson." Tomaso's brother shrugged his shoulders in true Mexican eloquence.

"That puts me all the troubles for notheeng, maybe.

Maybe you say she's no good--what I'm going to do?
Not drag it back for notheeng?
Not leave her set here for notheeng." He shrugged again with an air of finality that sent a shiver over Johnny's nerves.

"Twenty-fi' dollar when you look at her and say she's all right.