I'm through with this game."
"I reckon you're right. Well, next off, you git it to that express
office. I'll wait till you git back."
"What's the use of my comin' back, anyhow?" queried Pete. "We paid for
our room last night."
"Ain't you goin' to take your stuff along? You can pack it same as
mine. Then when you git to a ranch you are hooked up to ride."
"Guess you're right, Ed. Well, so-long."
"See you later."
Brevoort, who seemed to have recovered his nerve, added, "I aim to
light out jest as quick as you git back."
Pete was so intent on his errand that he did not see Conductor Stokes,
who stood in the doorway of the El Paso House, talking to a man who had
a rowdy rolled under his arm, wore overalls, and carried a dinner-pail.
The conductor glanced sharply at Pete as he passed, then turned
abruptly, and stepped to a man who stood talking to the clerk at the
desk.
"I jest saw one of 'em," said the conductor. "I never forget a face.
He was rigged out in town-clothes--but it was him--all right."
"You sure, Len?"
"Pretty darned sure.
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