H. Hodges's name on it--he's president of the
Stockmen's Security Bank here, and a ole pal of The Spider's--and pack
it over to the express company and git a receipt. _They'll_ sure git
that money to the bank. And then you want to fan it. If you jest was
to walk out of town, no'th, you could catch a train for Alamogordo,
mebby, and then git a hoss and work over toward the Organ Range, which
is sure open country--and cattle. You can't go back the way we
come--and they'll be watchin' the border south."
"Where is that express outfit, anyhow?"
"You know that street where we seen the show? Well, if you keep right
on you'll come to the Square and the express company is right on the
corner."
"All right, Ed. But what you goin' to do?"
"I'm goin' to git a soogun to-morrow mornin', roll my stuff and head
for the border, afoot. I'm a ranch-hand lookin' for work. I know
where I kin get acrost the river. Then I aim to hit for the dry spot,
bush out, and cross the line where they won't be lookin' for a man
afoot, nohow."
"Why don't you git to movin' right now?" Brevoort smiled curiously.
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