I'd rather wait a couple of hours longer, for him.

I'll have a rig--no, you better get a team from Jim.

They'll be fresh, and you can put 'em through.

If you kill 'em," he added grimly, "we can pay for 'em." He had his jack-knife out, and was already slashing carefully the shirt of Happy Jack, that he might inspect the wound.
Pink gave a last, wistful look at Happy Jack's face, which seemed unfamiliar with all the color and all the expression wiped out of it like that, and turned away.

"Come and help me change saddles, Cal," he said shortly.