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down from the pump. By now the water splashing on the ground was beginning to form little rivulets. "Well, little brother, that champagne wasn't half as good-tasting as this." "Yahoo!" Gid said. "Here, you pump! Let me have a drink!" Will took over the pump while first Gid and then Frank drank their fill. Next they filled their canteens. Then they found a bucket and took water to the watering trough for their horses. Finally, they dragged another trough over to the pump so they could pump water directly into it. When it was full, they stepped back to look at what they had done. Ten thousand points of light danced on the undulating surface. "There you go, big brother. It's ready for your bath." "No," Will said. "It was your idea, and you’re the one who fixed the pump. You go first." Gid smiled broadly, then began stripping out of his clothes. Gid had finished his bath, and Will, with his cigar tilted at a jaunty angle, was sitting in the tub toward the end of his own bath, when the three riders arrived. "Here they come," Frank said, shielding his eyes. "The fella on the right is Tim. Don't know the other two." Gid came around to stand with Frank as they waited for the riders. Will didn't get out of the water. "Wasn't sure you would be here," Tim said to Frank. "Word I got was that you got yourself throwed in jail and was goin' to get hung." "I was in jail," Frank replied. He smiled. "But my two pards here busted me out." "These the boys you was talkin' about? The Crocketts?" Tim dismounted and walked over to the water trough, then splashed some water on his face. “Damn, where’d this water come from?” “Gid fixed the pump,” Frank said. “This is Gid.” Frank indicated the man standing beside
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