Arrived at Epitaph, Bucky turned loose his prisoner with a
caution and made his preparations to leave immediately for
Chihuahua. Collins had returned to Tucson, but was in touch with
the situation and ready to set out for any point where he was
needed.
Bucky, having packed, was confronted with a difficulty. He looked
at it, and voiced his perplexity.
"Now, what am I going to do with you, Curly Haid? I expect I had
better ship you back to the Rocking Chair."
"I don't want to go back there. He'll come out again and find me
after you leave."
"Where do you want to go, then? If you were a girl I could put
you in the convent school here," he reflected aloud.
Again that swift, deep blush irradiated the youth's cheeks. "Why
can't I go with you?" he asked shyly.
The ranger laughed. "Mebbe you think I'm going on a picnic. Why,
I'm starting out to knock the chip off Old Man Trouble's
shoulder. Like as not some greaser will collect Mr. Bucky's scalp
down in manyana land. No, sir, this doesn't threaten to be a Y.
P. S. C. E. excursion."
"If it is so dangerous as that, you will need help. I'm awful
good at making up, and I can speak Spanish like a native.
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