"Dade, they don't make 'em any better than you," he cried, and left the door to try and break a shoulder-blade with the flat of his hand, just to show his appreciation of such friendship.

"Bill Wilson has got enough gold that he pulled out of the crowd for us yesterday to grub-stake us for a good long while, and--I can't get out of this valley a minute too soon to suit me," he confessed.

"You go on and hunt up Don Andres, while I tackle Solano.

I'll wait for you--but don't ask me to stay till after dinner, because I won't do it.
"We don't want to go off without saying good-by to Jerry and his wife, anyway; and we'll beg a meal from the old Turk, and listen to some more yarns about Tige, just to show we're friendly.

I'll have Surry saddled, so all you've got to do is make your talk to the don and pack your socks." Dade grinned and followed him outside.