Left me flat, without a thing but my clothes and six-shooter, and what I had in my pockets." He lifted the cigarette from between his lips--thin, they were, and curved and rather pitiless, one could guess, if the man were sufficiently roused.
"I wasted all yesterday trying to trail 'em.

But you can't do much tracking in these rocks back here toward the river.

I was hitting for the highway to catch a ride if I could, when I saw you topping this last ridge over here.

Don't blame me much for bumming a breakfast, do you ?" And he added, with a sigh of deep physical content, "It sure-lee was some feed!" His lids drooped lower as if sleep were overtaking him in spite of himself.

"I'd ask yuh if you'd seen anything of those mules--only I don't give a damn now.