An' he escorts Antrim over to where Warden was standin', an' says, quiet an' low: "Warden, I have brought back my vent.

He sure was a heap of trouble, an' he got himself attached to us right close.

But as we haven't got no further use for him we're turnin' him over to you.

I reckon he's lookin' to you an' Singleton to pay him for the trouble of trailin' us for two weeks, an' for keepin' me company as far as Red Rock, to see that my herd got there right an' proper.

'Antrim,' he says; 'go to your boss!' And he gives him a little shove toward Warden.
"Warden didn't say nothin'-- he'd lost his voice, I reckon.