By the time we get down where we started from, it'll be sundown." He glanced down at Bud and Pink.

"Hey! You can start back any, time," he called.

"Nothing up this way." "Here's the grandfather of all rattlers," Miguel called across to Luck, and held up by the tail a great snake that had not ceased its muscular writhings.

"Twelve rattles and a button.

Have I got time to skin him?
He tried to bite me on the leg--but I beard him and got outa reach." "We've got to be moving," Luck answered.