Good-bye." We sat there without sayin' a word for some time after the schooner had pulled out.

Then Tim says, very abrupt: "I've changed my mind." He got up.
"Come on, Billy," says he to me.

"We'll just leave our friend tied up.
I'll be back to-morrow to turn you loose.

In the meantime it won't hurt you a bit to be a little uncomfortable, and hungry--and thirsty." We rode off just about sundown, leavin' Texas Pete lashed tight.
Now all this knocked me hell-west and crooked, and I said so, but I couldn't get a word out of Gentleman Tim.

All the answer I could get was just little laughs.
We drawed into the ranch near midnight, but next mornin' Tim had a long talk with the boss, and the result was that the whole outfit was instructed to arm up with a pick or a shovel apiece, and to get set for Texas Pete's.