They don't much reckon it'll be abroad, as mebby the plaza has beef enough.
"'However, by to-morry night,' says Enright in a whisper, 'or at the worst, by the night after, we're shore to meet up with this marauder.' "'Hesh!' whispers Peets, at the same time stoppin' Enright with his hand, 'he's out to-night!' "An' thar for shore is something like a dim bloo light movin' across the plains.

Now an' then, two brighter lights shows in spots like the blazes of candles; them's the fire eyes the locoed cowboys tells of.
Whatever it is, whether spook or Greaser, it's quarterin' the ground like one of these huntin' dogs.

Its gait is a slow canter.
"'He's on the scout,' says Enright,' 'tryin' to start a steer or two in the dark; but he ain't located none yet.' "Enright an' Peets slides to the ground an' hobbles their broncos.
They don't aim to have 'em go swarmin' over no bluffs in any blindness of a first surprise.

When the ponies is safe, they bends low an' begins makin' up towards the ground on which this bloo-shimmerin' shadow is ha'ntin' about.

Things comes their way; they has luck.
They've done crope about forty rods when the ghost heads for 'em.