I had a shot at him, but I missed, and his legs were too long for me.

Yon's the dangerous lad." "Where did he go, think you ?" I asked.
"To the hills.

To the refuge of every ne'er-do-weel.

Belike the Indians have got his scalp, and I'm not regretting it." I spent three days with Frew, and each day I had the notion that he was putting me to the test.

The first day he took me over the river into a great tangle of meadow and woodland beyond which rose the hazy shapes of the western mountains.