CHAPTER X.
THE STRENGTH OF WOMEN He rode swiftly into the dark of the willows, and the lack of noise told that he was picking his way carefully among the bended branches.
"It seems to me," said Terry Jordan, "which I'm not suggestin' anything--but it seems to me that the chief was in a considerable hurry to leave the camp." "He was," said Hal Purvis, "an' if you seen that play in Morgan's place you wouldn't be wonderin' why.

If I was the chief I'd do the same." "Me speakin' personal," remarked Shorty Rhinehart, "I ain't layin' out to be no man-eater like the chief, but I ain't seen the man that'd make me take to the timbers that way.

I don't noways expect there _is_ such a man!" "Shorty," said Haines calmly, "we all knows that you're quite a man, but you and Terry are the only ones of us who are surprised that Silent slid away.

The rest of us who saw this Whistling Dan in action aren't a bit inclined to wonder.

Suppose you were to meet a black panther down here in the willows ?" "I wouldn't give a damn if I had my Winchester with me." "All right, Terry, but suppose the panther," broke in Hal Purvis, "could sling shootin' irons as well as you could--maybe _that'd_ make you partic'ler pleased." "It ain't possible," said Terry.
"Sure it ain't," grinned Purvis amiably, "an' this Barry ain't possible, either.