So you just leave me this deputy's badge, and make my commission regular and permanent, and I'll keep an eye on him.

Give me a paper so I can get a requisition and bring him back to stand trial, any time he breaks out.

I'll be responsible for him, sheriff." "And who in blazes are you ?" the sheriff inquired, with a grin to remove the sting of suspicion.

"Name sounded familiar, too!" "Bud Birnie of the Tomahawk, down near Laramie; Telegraph Laramie if you like and find out about me.
"Good Lord! I know the Tomahawk like a book!" cried the sheriff.

"And you're Bob Birnie's boy! Say! D'you remember dragging into camp on the summit one time when you was about twelve years old--been hidin' out from Injuns about three days?
Well, say! I'm the feller that packed you into the tent, and fed yuh when yuh come to.