Now--it's _fight!_ It's goin' to be a matter of guns an' bullets, Johnny--back in the mountains.

You figger Rann an' the snake of a half-breed'll get the start of us.

Let 'em have a start! They've got two hundred miles to go, an' two hundred miles to come back.

Only--they won't come back!" Under his shaggy brows the old hunter's eyes gleamed as he looked at Aldous.
"To-morrow we'll go to the grave," he added.

"Yo're cur'ous to know what's goin' to happen when we find that grave, Johnny.