I know now why Bill Baldwin's got you hangin' 'round, pretendin' you're a tenderfoot, you damned spy.

Come on, Joe." He turned to ride on; and Joe, with a slinking, sidewise look at Patches, started to follow.
Again Patches called, "Wait, Joe!" and his voice was almost pleading.
"Can't you understand, Joe?
Come with me.

Don't be a dog for any man.
Let me give you a chance.

Be a man, Joe--for God's sake, be a man! Come with me." "Well," growled Nick to his follower, as Patches finished, "are you comin' or have I got to go and get you ?" With a sickening, hangdog look Joe mumbled something and rode after his master.
As they disappeared up the trail, Nick called back, "I'll get you yet, you sneakin' spy." "Not after you've had time to think it over," answered Patches cheerfully.

"It would interfere too much with your _real_ business.