What yuh want done with him, Bud ?" "Gag him so he can't holler his head off, and then take him along--when I've got my money back," Bud panted.

"Pop, you're about as appreciative as a buck Injun." "Going to be hard to pack him so he'll ride," Jerry observed quizzically when Pop, bound and gagged, lay glaring at them behind the bunk-house.
"He don't quite balance your two grips, Bud.

And we do need hat grub." "You bring the grub--I'll take Pop--" Bud stopped in the act of lifting the old man and listened.

Honey's voice was calling Pop, with embellishments such Bud would never have believed a part of Honey's vocabulary.

From her speech, she was coming after him, and Pop's jaws worked frantically behind Bud's handkerchief.
Jerry tilted his head toward the luggage he had made a second trip for, picked up Pop, clamped his hand over the mouth that was trying to betray them, and slipped away through the brush glancing once over his shoulder to make sure that Bud was following him.
They reached the safe screen of branches and stopped there for a minute, listening to Honey's vituperations and her threats of what she would do to Pop if he did not come up and start a fire.
She stopped, and hoofbeats sounded from the main road.