Cañon in thet gal's machine. She'd drive us. Only it wouldn't be proper 'thout a chaperone, specially with Larkin along," he added with a twitch that was meant as a grin. "Besides, we'll need the burros later."
"And you're the honly long-eared hass could be packed in that jitney," coimtered Larkin. "Wot'll it hall cost?"
"A couple of hundred. We got the rifles cached."
"Well," said Larkin, "we got sixty-one bones left an' there's no crap-game 'andy. Halso, we got to pay for 'Ealy's grub and doctoring, damn 'im."
"He won't be able to start for several days," said Stone. "I'll have some more money due by then. If I send a wire I can get it transferred to Miami. We can go down to Camp Verde and live cheaply."
The idea of leaving Healy at the sanitarium to be nursed by Peggy Furniss evidently did not suit Larkin but there was no help for it and he passed up the situation without audible protest.
Stone, as their spokesman, explained their situation frankly to the doctor.
"Don't worry about the bill part of it for Healy," said the latter. "I'd gladly take care of any man who came out of the desert in that shape. What will you do at Verde? Camp?"
"I imagine so," said Stone.
"Let me know just where to find you and I'll get word to you when your friend is able to leave. It won't be long. To-morrow I'll drive you down to the valley."
