Forbes tactfully withdrew, realizing that whatever they had to talk
about was more or less confidential.
Presently Pete approached Forbes and asked him if he had any money with
him. Forbes had five dollars and some small change. "I'm borrowin'
this till to-morrow," said Pete, as he dug into his own pocket, and
without counting the sum total, gave it to the stranger.
Brevoort stuffed the money in his pocket and swung to his horse. "You
better ride in with us a ways," suggested Pete. "The young fella don't
know anything about you--and he won't talk if I pass the word to him.
Then I kin go on ahead and fetch back some grub and some more dineros."
Forbes found the stranger rather interesting as they rode back toward
Tucson; for he spoke of Mexico and affairs below the line--amazing
things to speak of in such an offhand manner--in an impersonal and
interesting way.
Within two miles of the town they drew up. "Bill, here," explained
Pete, "is short of grub. Now, if you don't mind keepin' him company,
why, I'll fan it in and git some. I'll be back right soon.
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