Their deep, tranquil breathing showed that they were sound
asleep.
Mosely next glanced at the mustangs which were tethered near-by.
"Tom," said he, "I wish we had them mustangs. It's a deal easier
ridin' than walkin'."
"I should say so."
"When I struck this party last night I meant to have 'em; but this
man is such a bloody ruffian that I don't know as it would be safe."
Hadley said nothing. His customary phrase would not apply, and he
was a man of few words, besides.
"What did he say he would do if a fellow stole his horses, Tom?"
"Said he'd die within a week," answered Had-ley, with unfailing
memory.
Bill Mosely looked discouraged. He privately thought Bradley was
just the man to keep his word, and he did not fancy getting into
difficulty with him.
"That depends on whether he caught him," he said, after a while,
hopefully.
"I should say so, Bill."
"Now," said Mosely, lowering his voice, "if we could get away while
they are asleep, there wouldn't be much chance of their knowin'
where we were."
"That's so, Bill."
"Anyway, if we don't take 'em we may be overtaken by the party that
we borrowed some gold-dust from."
Tom Hadley responded in his customary manner.
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