I'll bet they never throwed back any scout t' watch the back trail, In' they're in Navvy country now--whar they're purty tol'ble safe if they stand in with the Injuns.

'N' I'm tellin' yuh right now, Luck, I wisht I could say as much fer us!" Applehead lifted his hat and rubbed his palm over his bald pate that was covered thickly with beads of perspiration, as if his head were a stone jar filled with cold water.
"If we have to sep'rate, Luck, you take a fool's advice and keep yore dang eyes open.

The boys, they think I been stringin' 'em along.

Mebby you think so too, but I kin tell ye right now 't we gotta keep our dang eyes in our haids!" "I'm taking your word for it, Applehead," Luck told him, lowering his voice a little because they were nearing the others.

"Besides, I've heard a lot about these tricky boys with the Dutch-cut on their hair.
I'm keeping it all in mind don't worry.