Presently Pete attracted Brevoort's attention by moving a finger.
"Hear anything?" he whispered.
"I hear 'em eatin'," said Brevoort. He was afraid to use the word
"horses."
Pete nodded. "Speakin' of eatin'--you hungry, Ed?"
"Plumb empty. But I didn't know it till you asked me."
"Well, I been feelin' round in the hay--and right in my corner is a
nest full of eggs. There's so doggone many I figure that some of 'em
is gettin' kind of ripe. Did you ever git hit in the eye with a ripe
egg?"
"Not that I recollect'."
"Well, you would--if you had. Now I don't know what that swelled up
gent in there figures on doin' with us. And I don't aim to hang around
to find out. These here Cholas is gamblin' for our hosses, right now.
It kind of looks to me like if we stayed round here much longer we
ain't goin' to need any hosses or anything else. I worked for a
Mexican onct--and I sabe 'em. You got to kind of feel what they mean,
and never mind what they are sayin'. Now I got a hunch that we don't
get back to the Olla, never--'less we start right now."
"But how in--"
"Wait a minute.
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