"
"Why don't you ever say something else, Tom?" demanded Mosely
impatiently.
"What do you want me to say?" asked Hadley, in surprise.
"Well, never mind; it's your way, I suppose, and I can rely upon
you."
"I should say so."
Mosely shrugged his shoulders. It was clearly idle to expect any
great variety in Tom Hadley's conversation.
"Whatever we do must be done quickly," he said, in a quiet, decided
tone. "They'll wake up before long, and there won't be any chance.
You, Tom, take that near animal, and I'll tackle the other. Jest
untie them quiet and easy, and when I say the word start. Do you
understand?"
"I should say so, Bill," said Hadley, nodding.
"Then here goes."
In a few seconds they had loosened the mustangs and had sprung upon
their backs.
"Now, go!" exclaimed Mosely, in a energetic whisper.
So on their stolen horses they drew stealthily away from the camp
till they were perhaps a furlong away, and then, putting the
mustangs to their speed, they soon put a distance of miles between
them and their sleeping owners. They would have liked to remain long
enough to have a trout breakfast, but that was impracticable.
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