We'll make that the penalty of runnin' off again; so look out, Master Dick." "I'm down," replied Dick, with a modest air, "obedient as a baby, and won't run off again--till--the next time.

By the way, Joe, how many days' provisions did ye bring ?" "Two.

That's 'nough to carry us to the Great Prairie, which is three weeks distant from this.

Our own good rifles must make up the difference, and keep us when we get there." "And s'pose we neither find deer nor buffalo," suggested Dick.
"I s'pose we'll have to starve." "Dat is cumfer'able to tink upon," remarked Henri.
"More comfortable to think o' than to undergo," said Dick; "but I s'pose there's little chance o' that." "Well, not much," replied Joe Blunt, patting his horse's neck, "but d'ye see, lad, ye niver can count for sartin on anythin'.

The deer and buffalo ought to be thick in them plains at this time--and when the buffalo _are_ thick they covers the plains till ye can hardly see the end o' them; but, ye see, sometimes the rascally Redskins takes it into their heads to burn the prairies, and sometimes ye find the place that should ha' bin black wi' buffalo, black as a coal wi' fire for miles an' miles on end.