Them chaps can throw the lasso and trip a mustang as well as a Mexican.

Mind the badger-holes, Dick .-- Hold in a bit, Henri; yer nag don't need drivin'; a foot in a hole just now would cost us our scalps.

Keep down by the creek, lads." "Ha! how dey yell," said Henri in a savage tone, looking back, and shaking his rifle at them, an act that caused them to yell more fiercely than ever.

"Dis old pack-hoss give me moche trobel." The pace was now tremendous.

Pursuers and pursued rose and sank on the prairie billows as they swept along, till they came to what is termed a "dividing ridge," which is a cross wave, as it were, that cuts the others in two, thus forming a continuous level.