"Pink, you've done enough for one night, and have thrown a scare into me that I won't get over in a hurry.
You want to warm up, and the best way for you to do that is to sprint for town, kick off those cyanide-soaked clothes, and get into bed." "Now look here," Ballard protested, "I'm just as able to go on with this chase as either you or Red.

I've got an ax of my own to grind, too.
Remember, Chip, I'm the one that Porter dropped into the solution tank.
The prospector owes me something for that.

Let Clancy go back to the hotel--" "You're as wet as a drowned rat, Pink," struck in Clancy, "and if you don't go back to town Chip and I will worry our heads off about you." "Oh, yes, you'll worry a lot," derided Ballard.

"The excitement is just beginning, and I'm entitled to a little of it." "There are only two motor cycles, Pink," argued Merry, "so only two of us can go." "I'll ride the burro," suggested Ballard desperately.
"And we'd go to the Picket Posts and back while you were getting to Loco's," laughed Clancy.

"You for town, Pink.