Get off and wait under the trees till you hear me shoot or yell, then come fast." Morton's breast heaved; he whistled as he breathed; his neck churned.
"God Almighty! So _there_ the scent leads! We always wondered--half believed.

But no one spoke--no one had any nerve." Morton moistened his lips; his face was livid; his big hands shook.

"Russ, you can gamble on me." "Good.

Well, that's all.

Come out and get me a horse." When I had mounted and was half-way to the Hope So, my plan, as far as Snecker was concerned, had been formed.