You lads hike off back the way I come, and I'll take your rifle and drag it.

So long! Had a good time with you." "_Adios!_" said Bill, swinging into the saddle.
"Hold on, Bill! Give Johnson back his money," said Jim.
"Oh, you keep it.

You won it fair.

I didn't go to the finish." "Look here--what do you think I am?
You take this money, or I'll be sore as a boil.

There! So long, old hand! Be good!" He spurred after Bill.
Mr.Johnson brought the repeater from the dugout and saddled old Midnight.