The obscurity had completely hidden all but the vague outlines of the mysterious driver.
"He's not our game, any way," whispered Dunn.

"Drive on." "But if it was some friend of his," suggested Brace uneasily, "what would you do ?" "What I _said_ I'd do," responded Dunn savagely.

"I don't want five minutes to do it in, either; we'll be half an hour ahead of that d----d fool, whoever he is.

Look here; all you've got to do is to put me in the trail to that cabin.

Stand back of me, out of gun-shot, alone, if you like, as my deputy, or with any number you can pick up as my posse.
If he gets by me as Nellie's lover, you may shoot him or take him as a horse thief, if you like." "Then you won't shoot him on sight ?" "Not till I've had a word with him." "But"-- "I've chirped," said the sheriff gravely.