CHAPTER XXVWhen I stood back from the window, there was Pepillo beside me, and he grinned at me.
“But did you really do it, señor?” says he.
“To the rabbit?” says I. “Yes—by luck. Nothing but a ten thousand to one shot that happened to land—and that’s the truth. But between you and me, Pepillo, this here happy home of ours is about played out, and it’s time for you and me to be thinking about travels.”
“Why?” says Pepillo.
“Old Randal is a hawk,” I told the kid. “Nothing misses his eyes. And he’s seen enough to-day to know about how many cattle there are in the valley. Whatever else we can do, we can’t get back the missing cattle, kid; and that means the end of Harry Randal’s pipe-dream; and that means the end of you and me here. Where should we head for next?”
“Why, Big Boy,” says Pe
