'"
"And then what?"
"Well, you see, I didn't have my gun out, and, as he says that, the
jockey pulls and fires one shot, which landed in my arm. Then, before I
can reach around and get my gun out with my left hand, he gets away. But
the action was too quick for the old man, and he sat still until I had
him covered, when I had sent a couple of balls after the jock to make
him hit up the pace a bit."
"The old man was easy, eh?"
"Easiest kind. But he might have got away from me if he had the nerve."
"Well, Kit, you did a great stunt. I'm mighty glad you landed the old
coot. But I don't know what to do with him now that we have him."
"Well, we better take him to town, anyway. He'd get lost if we turned
him loose out here. Let his friends take care of him, when he gets
there."
"All right; let's move on."
Not much was said as they made their way back to town. Old man Norris
did not open his mouth, but looked dejected and sad, as if he was
brooding over what would happen to him when he arrived at his
destination.
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