Every one in the Bay would go on believing that Indian Jake had shot Lem and stolen the pelt.

And he had been so near setting all this right! It never entered his head that the cache could contain anything else than the pelt.

Because he wished Indian Jake to be innocent of the crime, he had come to believe that he _was_ innocent, even though Indian Jake himself had not denied having the stolen property in his possession, and everybody, save only himself and David and Andy, believed Indian Jake had it.
"Here she be safe and sound and as good as ever," said the man as he dropped from the lower limb of the tree to the ground.

"Let's open her up and have a drink, Hank." "I'll go you, Bill.

My throat feels as long as a camel's and as dry as a snake's back." Jamie could see the man called Bill stooping over the small bag to untie it, and presently draw forth a bottle.
"Here she be, and the other three bottles too," said Bill.