Don't slip, and look out for the dead wood lying about.

If a piece of it cracks under you Slade and Skelly will be sure to notice it, and it'll be all up with our surprise." "You hear," whispered Dick to the others.

"If you don't do as the sergeant says, very likely you'll get shot by Slade's men." With life as the price it was not necessary to say anything more about the need of silence, and nobody slipped and no stick broke as they crept into the gully after the sergeant.

The cedars and thickets almost met over the narrow depression, shutting out the moonlight, but every one was able to discern the man before him creeping forward like a wild animal.
It was easy enough for Dick to imagine himself that famous great grandfather of his, Paul Cotter reincarnated, and that the days of the wilderness and the Indian war bands had come back again.

He even felt exultation as he adapted himself so readily to the situation, and became equal to it.