"
"Sho! You don't want to go running your neck into a noose. It's a
jail-break I'm planning, son. There may be guns a-popping before
we get back to God's country--if we ever do. Add to that, trouble
and then some, for there's a revolution scheduled for old
Chihuahua just now, as your uncle happens to know from reliable
information."
"Two can always work better than one. Try me, Bucky," pleaded the
boy, the last word slipping out with a trailing upward inflection
that was irresistible.
"Sure you won't faint if we get in a tight pinch, Curly?" scoffed
O'Connor, even though in his mind he was debating a surrender.
For he was extraordinarily taken with the lad, and his judgment
justified what the boy had said.
"I shall not be afraid if you are with me."
"But I may not be with you. That's the trouble. Supposing I
should be caught, what would you do?"
"Follow any orders you had given me before that time. If you had
not given any, I would use my best judgment."
"I'll give them now," smiled Bucky. "If I'm lagged, make straight
for Arizona and tell Webb Mackenzie or Val Collins."
"Then you will take me?" cried the boy eagerly.
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