BOUND AND HELPLESS "See here," said the man in front, stopping and turning about after what had seemed hours to the exhausted and bruised Jamie, "I for one ain't goin' to try to cross the Bay to-night in this here snow.

It's thicker'n mud, and there's a sea runnin' I won't take chances with, not while I'm sober.

We may's well bunk." "Guess you're right, pardner, we better bunk.

But pull farther away to the west'ard before we put on a fire," agreed Jamie's captor with evident relief.

"That bunch'll be out huntin' this here kid, and they may run on to us if we camp too close to 'em." "We're a good two mile from 'em now.