"But I mean after that," explained Bud. "Don't yuh want me to saddle up while you're gettin' ready? There ain't no point in hangin' around till he comes to." Buck took a step or two away from the wall and regarded the prostrate Lynch briefly, his glance also taking in McCabe, who bent over him. "I reckon not," he agreed briefly. "Likewise, if I don't get astride a cayuse mighty soon, I won't be able to climb onto him at all. Go ahead and saddle up, kid, and I'll be with you _pronto_. You'd better ride to town with me and bring back the horse." Bud nodded and, breaking the Colts one after another, pocketed the shells and dropped the weapons into a near-by bunk. "Yuh needn't bother to do that," commented McCabe sourly. "Nobody ain't goin' to drill no holes in yuh; we're only too tickled to see yuh get out. If you're wise, kid, you'll stay away, likewise. I wouldn't be in yore shoes for no money when Tex comes around an' remembers what yuh done?" "I reckon I can take care of m'self," retorted Jessup. "It ain't Tex's game to be took up for no murder yet awhile." Without further comment he gathered up most of Stratton's belongings and departed for the corral. Buck took his hand-bag and, leaving the cabin, limped slowly down to the creek. He was surprised to note that the encounter seemed to have attracted no attention up at the ranch-house. Then he realized that with the door and windows closed, what little noise there had been might well have passed unnoticed, especially as the men were at work back in the barns. At the creek he washed the blood from his face and hands, changed his shirt, put a strip of plaster on his cut lip, and decided that any further repairs could wait until he reached Paloma. When he arrived at the corral Bud had just finished saddling the second horse, and they lost no time making fast Buck's belongings. The animals were then led out, and Stratton was on the point of mounting when the sound of light footsteps made him turn quickly to find Miss Manning almost at his elbow. "But you're not leaving now, without waiting to say good-by?" she expostulated. Buck's lips straightened grimly, with a grotesque twisted effect caused by the plaster at the corner. "After what's happened I hardly supposed anybody'd want any farewell words," he commented with a touch of sarcasm. Miss Manning stamped her shapely, well-shod foot petulantly. "Rubbish!" she exclaimed. "You don't suppose I believe that nonsense, do you?" "I reckon you're about the only one who doesn't, then." "I'm not. Mrs. Archer agrees with me. She says you couldn't be a--a thief if you tried. And down in her heart even Mary-- But whatever has happened to your face?" Stratton flushed faintly. "Oh, I just--cut myself against something," he shrugged. "It's nothing serious." "I'm glad of that," she commented, dimpling a little. "It certainly doesn't add to your beauty."