human
It's a toss-up whether Mac will wait for them to run it off, he said,
gpt
No, sir, he answered.
human
There ain't no reason to till th' raid happens. We're campin' on Sand Creek till you signal that it's been run off. Time enough then for us to watch on that cussed griddle.
gpt
Have special signal for that? suggested Red.
human
Say two, two an' three, repeated. Mebby won't have time to hear what th' news is. When you get our answer don't bother ridin' down here to tell us anythin'--we'll be makin' tracks _pronto_.
gpt
Two, two an' three is O. K. I'll be ridin' back to tell Mac there's goin' to be a party on his west range some night soon. I'm bettin' it'll be a bloody party, too. Say, he exclaimed, pulling up,
human
Lukins an' Idaho was down last night. They're mad as h--l, an' they're throwin' a cordon of riders plumb across th' hard stretch every night. Lukins an' Mac are joinin' forces, an' from now on th' two ranches are workin' together as one. With us scoutin' around east of town somethin' shore ought to drop.
gpt
Somethin's _goin'_ to drop, growled Red, the memory of the jailing burning strongly within him.
human
Don't forget, Kid--two, two an' three.