"I can't see anything of them skunks, Ben," he said.
"I suppose not, Jake. They must be a good deal farther on."
"Yes, I reckon so. They've got the horses to help them, while we've
got to foot it. It was an awful mean trick they played on us."
"That's so, Jake."
"All I ask is to come up with 'em some of these days."
"What would you do?"
"I wouldn't take their lives, for I ain't no murderer, but I'd tie
'em hand and foot, and give 'em a taste of a horsewhip, or a switch,
till they'd think they was schoolboys again."
"You might not be able to do it. They would be two to one."
"Not quite, Ben. I'd look for some help from you."
"I would give you all the help I could," said Ben.
"I know you mean it, and that you wouldn't get scared, and desert
me, as a cousin of mine did once when I was set upon by robbers."
"Was that in California?"
"No; in Kentucky. I had a tough job, but I managed to disable one of
the rascals, and the other ran away."
"What did your cousin have to say?"
"He told me, when I caught up with him, that he was goin' in search
of help, but I told him that was too thin. I told him I wouldn't
keep his company any longer, and that he had better go his way and I
would go mine.
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