He marched back to the table and laid the
gun quite handy to him, and resumed his chair.
Bill Haskins was long-suffering--but both Andy and Pete realized that it
was high time to turn their bright particular talents in some other
direction. So they undressed and turned in. They had been asleep an
hour or two before Bill closed his book regretfully, picked up his gun,
and walked to his bunk. He stood for a moment gazing at Andy, and then
turned to gaze at Pete. Then he shook his head--and a slow smile lighted
his weathered face. For despite defunct mountain lions, bent nails, and
other sundries, Bill Haskins liked Andy and Pete--and he knew if it came
to a test of friendship that either of them would stand by him to the
last dollar, or the last shot even, as he would have gladly done to help
them.
CHAPTER XLVI
THE RIDIN' KID FROM POWDER RIVER
The first thing Pete did when he arrived in Tucson was to purchase a
suit as near like that which he had seen Andover wear as possible.
Pete's Stetson was discarded for a soft felt of ordinary dimensions.
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