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To do so by physical force and daring he knew was impossible among the men who held him prisoner, and he therefore must use strategy.

“You look blue to-night, pard,” Kent King had said to Poker Dick in his pleasant way, after the other herders had assembled around the camp fires.

“I is blue,” was the answer.

“Why, I should think you would be happy, as we will soon reach Santa Fe, where you expect a good time, and after that you are going back home.”

“Home is what makes me blue, pard. I hes lost to ther boys all I got fer my leetle drove o’ hoof critters, an’ I’m going back to ther old folks without a dollar, unless I kin win some dust in Santa Fe.”

“I have some money with me,” said the prisoner.

“Guess yer will keep it, too.”

“Not if you want it.”

“Pard, I isn’t ther man ter take gold from a corpse, fer yer is leetle more, seein’ as how yer’ll be h’isted soon as we reach Texas.”

“That is just what I wish to avoid. I have gold with me, and if by any chance I could escape, why, then, you wouldn’t have to go back poor.”