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Red, assisted by his inseparable companion, Hopalong, laboriously climbed up among the branches of a black walnut and hooked one leg over a convenient limb. Then he lowered his rope and drew up the Winchester which his accommodating friend fastened to it.
Yore shore all right, yu old cuss," complimented Hopalong, elated at the success of the experiment. Skinny fired again and a brown arm flopped out into sight. Another shot struck it and it jerked as though it were lifeless. "He's cashed. See how she jumped? Like a rope," remarked Skinny with a grin. The arm lay quiet. Pete had gained his last cover and was all eyes and Colts.
"By an'-by, by all that's bad!" yelled Hopalong. "Th' measly coyote! An' me a-fillin' his ornery hide with liquor. Well, they'll have to find him all over again now," he complained, astounded by the revelation. He fired into the chaparral to express his pugnacious disgust and scared out a huge tarantula, which alighted on Skinny's chaps, crawling rapidly toward the unconscious man's neck.
"How's business, Billy?" he called pleasantly. "Oh, they'll git me yet," responded the pessimist. "Yu needn't git anxious. If that off buck wasn't so green he'd 'a' had me long ago." "Ya-hoo! Pete! Oh, Pete!" called Hopalong, sticking his head out at one side and grinning as the wondering object of his hail craned his neck to see what the matter was.
"Th' cane yu ring th' cane yu get!" came from the other side of the street and Hopalong purchased rings for the outfit. Twenty-four rings got one cane, and it was divided between them as they wended their way toward the grounds. "That makes six wheels she didn't get," murmured Hopalong.
When the crowd massed, Hopalong leaped at it and strove to tear his way to the opening at the end of the bar, while the marshal covered Harlan and the others. Finding that he could not get through. Hopalong sprang on the shoulder of the nearest man and succeeded in winging the fugitive at the first shot, the other going wild.
Ride with me, behind me it's only forty miles more tie me to the saddle an' blow me to pieces if you find I'm lying do anything you wants; but let me get to Winchester before dark!" Hopalong was watching him closely and at the end of the other's outburst threw back his head. "I reckon I'm a plain fool, a jackass; but I don't care. I'll rope that cayuse for you.
That makes three times since last fall." The proprietor laughed and pushed out the ever-ready bottle, but Hopalong shoved it aside and told the reason: "Ever since I was up to K. C. I've been spoiled. I'm drinkin' water an' slush." "For Pete's sake, has any more of yu fellers been up to K. C.?" queried the proprietor in alarm. "Shore: Red an' Billy was up there, too." responded Hopalong.
I calculates as how me an' him'll buck th' tiger for a whirl he's shore lucky. Well, so long," said Pie as he moved on. "So long," responded the two. "Hey, wait a minute," yelled Pie after he had ridden a hundred yards. "If yu sees Hopalong yu might tell him that th' Joneses are goin' to hunt him up when they gits to Albuquerque. They's shore sore on him.
"Somewhat in the nature of a calamity, now ain't it?" smiled the stranger, enjoying his contributions to the success of the joke. "You bet yore life it is!" shouted Hopalong, growing red and then pale. "You tell me who was leading him, understand?" "Well, I couldn't see his face, honest I couldn't," replied the stranger.
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