I was feeling rather warnble-cropped, because of the memory of that poor fellow with the tar in his eyes--but I went all the same.
There was a little streak of light in the east when we got to the place, but we could not at first locate the claim-jumpers.

They had gone down into a hollow, right in the very corner of the section, as if trying barely to trespass on the land, so as to be able almost to deny that they were on it at all, and were seemingly trying to hide.

We could scarcely see their outfit after we found it, for they were camped in tall grass, and their little shanty was not much larger than a dry-goods box.

Their one horse was staked out a little way off, their one-horse wagon was standing with its cover on beside a mound of earth which marked where a shallow well had been dug for water.

I heard a rustling in the wagon as we passed it, like that of a bird stirring in the branches of a tree.
McGill pounded on the door.
"Come out," he shouted.