"Them that lay an ambush sometimes git laid in an ambush theirselves.

I felt pow'ful bad at bein' held in a trap here in my own mountings by them gorillers, but mebbe we'll do some trap-layin' uv our own." "I feel sure of it," said Dick.

"Look! the stream ahead of us is lined with bushes which will afford concealment for our march, and the slopes beyond are covered with scrub forest." "Like ez not the gorillers come that way, an' when we circle about we kin foller in thar tracks." Dick felt that fortune was showering her favors upon him.

The last star was now gone, and the entire sky was veiled.

The big flakes of snow were falling fast enough to help their concealment, but not fast enough to impede their movements.