Then you watch the old man and that girl, and let Breslin come with us.

You can eat after we've gone." "Don't let the girl heave a pillow at you, Robbins!" warned a voice.
"Better not stop to eat," urged Nueces.
"We can lope up and get to the foot of Thumb Butte before Pringle gets halfway--if he's going there at all.

Most likely he's had a hand in the Marr killing and is just running away to save his own precious neck," said the sheriff.

"We'll scatter out around the hill when we get to the roughs, and go up afoot till every man can see or hear his neighbor, so Pringle can't get through.

Then we'll wait till daylight." "That may suit you," retorted Nueces.