So I took the bums, and the next day one of the Indians sprained a leg, and dropped out.

He had the firecrackers, pretty near a hundred pounds, and we whacked up his load among us.

I couldn't stand up straight when we camped.

We had crooks in our backs every inch of the way to the Range.

And _would_ she let us cache some of that junk?
Not on your life she wouldn't! And all the time while they was puffing an' panting them Indians was worshipin' her with their eyes.