"Of course I believe ye.

Not that you 're any too blame good, Bob, but you ain't the kind what pleads the baby act.

Who was the feller ?" "Red Slavin." "No!" and the hand grip perceptibly tightened.

"Holy Moses, what ingratitude! Why, the camp ought to get together and give ye a vote of thanks, and instead, here they are trying their level best to hang you.
Cussedest sorter thing a mob is, anyhow; goes like a flock o' sheep after a leader, an' I bet I could name the fellers who are a-runnin' that crowd.

How did the thing happen ?" Both men were intently observing the ingathering of their scattered pursuers, but Hampton answered gravely, telling his brief story with careful detail, appreciating the importance of reposing full confidence in this quiet, resourceful companion.