You pick out maybe half a dozen good fellers, who kin keep their mouths shet, an' make Injuns out of 'em.

'Tain't likely she 'll ever twig any of the boys fixed up proper in thet sorter outfit--anyhow, she'd be too durned skeered.

Then you lay fer her, say 'bout next Wednesday, out in them Carter woods, when she 's comin' home from school.

I 'll kinder naturally happen 'long by accident 'bout the head o' the gulch, an' jump in an' rescue her.

_Sabe_ ?" Lumley gazed at his companion with eyes expressive of admiration.