Wotever he'd been and done himself he made it all right with the sheriff here; and I've heard ez it wasn't anything criminal or that sort, but that it was o' some private trouble that he'd confided to that hound Bob, and Bob had threatened to tell agen him.

That's the grudge they say Johnson has, and that's why he's allowed to be the head devil in this yer affair.

It's an understood thing, too, that the sheriff and the police ain't goin' to interfere if Johnson accidentally blows the top of Bob's head off in the scrimmage of a capter." "And I reckon Bob wouldn't hesitate to do the same thing to him when he finds out that Johnson has given him away ?" "I reckon," said the other, sententiously, "for it's Johnson's knowledge of the country and the hoss-stealers that are in with Bob's gang of road agents that made it easy for him to buy up and win over Bob's friends here, so that they'd help to trap him." "It's pretty rough on Bob to be sold out in that way," said the second speaker, sympathizingly.
"If they were white men, p'rhaps," returned his companion, contemptuously, "but this yer's a case of Injin agen Injin, ez the men are Mexican half-breeds just as Bob's a half Cherokee.

The sooner that kind o' cross cattle exterminate each other the better it'll be for the country.

It takes a white man like Johnson to set 'em by the ears." A silence followed.