At first I thought I'd throw them in the water, but when I got to them I thought of something better.

I took up all but his shoes, for I remembered the ten miles of rock and cactus between him and home, and I climbed up on Buckles.

Joel screamed and swore something fearful.
But I didn't look back.

And Peg, you know--maybe you don't know--but Peg is fond of me, and he followed me, straddling his bridle all the way in.

I dropped Joel's clothes down the ridge a ways, right in the trail, so he can't miss them.