Yer see I'm _compelled_ to be in St.Louey at the end of six months and hain't got a day to spare." "Mister Harvey has money, or, if he hasn't, he has friends in St.
Louis, be the same token, that has abundance of it, and you'd find it paid you bitter in the ind than catching poor, innocent beavers, that niver did yees harm." "I don't foller sich business for money, but I've agreed to be in St.
Louey at the time I was tellin' you, and it's allers a p'int of honor with me to keep my agreements." "Couldn't yees be doing that, and this same thing, too ?" "Can't do't.

S'pose I should git on the trail that is lost, can yer tell me how fur I'd have to foller it?
Yer see I've been in that business afore, and know what it is.

Me and three others once chased a band of Blackfeet, that had carried off an old man, till we could see the peaks of the Rocky Mountains, and git a taste of the breath of wind that comes down from their ice and snow in middle summer." "Didn't yees pursue the subjact any further ?" "We went fur enough to find that the nimble-footed dogs had got into the mountains, and that if we wanted to keep our ha'r, we'd only got to undertake to foller 'em thar.

So we just tramped back agin, havin' our trouble for nothin'." "Wasn't that about as poor a business, for yees, as this be for me, barring yees was hunting for an old man and I'm hunting for a young woman ?" "It warn't as foolish by a long shot, 'cause we _war on the trail_ all the time, and kept it, while you've lost yours, and never'll be able to find it agin.

We war so close more nor once that we reached their camp-fires afore the embers had died out and from the tops of two, three hills we got a glimpse on 'em on thar horses.