H. Bedford-Jones

“ Miss Gilman asked no more questions about Ximines, and Ramsay outlined what had taken place in Hourglass Cañon.
"How badly is our friend here hurt?" Ramsay asked of Miss Gilman after he had ended his story.
"He'll be on his feet in a few days. I took out the bullet—I've had a little experience nursing—and there's nothing very much the matter with him. He lost a good deal of blood."
"Blood's cheap." Sagebrush grinned, as he leaned back comfortably. He seemed to have quite gotten over all his aversion to this particular woman. "Best thing for blood is good fat lizard-meat. ”

“ DURING the next half-hour Ramsay and Miss Gilman were busy in the extreme. They unsaddled the five horses, got the poor beasts free of bridles, and then started to drive them up the cañon as far as the bend. Having found some of his own supplies lying cached among the trees, Ramsay left the girl to handle the horses and himself turned back down to the mouth of the cañon.
There, where the cañon gave on to the open desert, he approached the clump of piñon and mesquite, and dragged forth the pack of supplies which he had seen. It had evidently been flung out of his car by Sidewinder. ”

“ The only way to get 'em is to drop 'em cold and get 'em dead."
"I'm no murderer," said Ramsay quietly. "And I'm going to get 'em, one way or the other; so stop your argument. Miss Gilman, why didn't you put Sagebrush into your car and take him to town when he showed up here?" ”