"
"If that's what's botherin' you, why, I'll take the chanct, and stick,"
said Pete.
"Nope. Right now I'm lookin' out for myself, and nobody else. If they
kin hang that last deal onto me--and you know what I mean--why, your
Uncle Ed'll sure have to take the long trail. And I aim to keep
a-ridin' in the sun for a spell yet. We're gittin' clost to town.
Mebby we can drop off easy and sift out of sight without any fuss.
Then we got a chanct to change our clothes and git rid of that dough.
They'll be lightin' the lamps right soon. Them saddle-bags buckled?"
"They sure are."
"All right. When you hear 'em whistle for the crossin' jest stand up
and drop 'em out of the window. Nobody kin see you from behind. Then
we mosey into the baggage-car and tell the agent in there we're lookin'
for our war-bag. Bein' express messenger, he packs a gun. You want to
step lively for that side door."
"I git you, Ed. What's all them lights out there?"
"That's the town. She's jest whistlin' for the crossin'. Dump your
freight--easy, like you was lookin' out at the scenery.
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