You've got my number, anyway.
And I thought we was so devilish sly!" "Well, boys, thank you for the dinner and all; but I'd best be jogging.
Got to catch that train." Knitting his brows reflectively he turned a questioning eye upon his hosts.

But Shorty Bill took the words from his mouth.
"I'm like Jim: I've got a-plenty," he said.

"But there's a repeating rifle in the shack, if you don't want to risk us.

You can leave it at Silverbell for us if you want to--at the saloon.

And we can ride off the other way, so you'll be sure." "Maybe that'll be best--considerin'," said Pete.