He can't do nothing but sputter if he tries.

But I wrote out his orders, and they give him to the twenty-fifth to make the Big Horn.

That's maybe something like fifty miles a day, and he's most likely to keep his horses fresh just as long as possible, so as to be good for the last spurt through the hostile country.

That's how I figure it, and I know something about scouting.

You was n't planning to strike out after him, was you ?" "I might risk it if I only thought I could overtake him within two days; my business is of some importance." "Well, stranger, I should reckon you might do that with a dog-gone good outfit.