"Here, take a look, Murphy.

I could count about twenty in that bunch, and they are travelling north." The older man adjusted the tubes to his eyes, and looked long and steadily at the party.

Then he slowly swung the glasses toward the northwest, apparently studying the country inch by inch, his jaws working spasmodically, his unoccupied hand clutching nervously at the grass.
"They seem--to be a-closin' in," he declared, finally, staring around into the other's face, all bravado gone.

"There's anuther lot--bucks, all o' 'em--out west yonder--an' over east a smudge is--just startin'.
Looks like--we wus in a pocket--an' thar' might be some--har-raisin' fore long." "Well, Murphy, you are the older hand at this business.

What do you advise doing ?" "Me?
Why, push right 'long--while we kin keep under cover.
Then--after dark--trust ter bull luck an' make--'nuther dash.