"I'll wait until he can come.

I--I can't leave." Then he found himself looking up into the barrel of Johnny's six-shooter.

"I was told to bring you back with me.

Get in, I said." "This is some trick! I--" "You get--_in_!" So Schwab climbed in awkwardly, his face mottled and flabby with fear of the Thunder Bird.
"Fasten that strap around you--be sure it's fast.

And put on this cap and goggles if you like.