I done run onto their trail after yer left--it wus plain as the nose on yer face.

Thar must'r bin a slew o' 'em, an' sum a hoss-back; they wus a strikin' straight across yonder, an' I reckon they fetched a prisoner 'long, sumbody wearin' boots enyhow, fer I saw the tracks in the mud." "Poor fellow.

We'll not remain here, Kennedy, only to rest for an hour, or two.

We'll not risk a fire." "Sure not--ain't got nuthin' ter cook, enyhow." He hesitated, as though something was on his mind, glancing toward the girls, and lowering his voice.

"I ain't so very dern tired, an' reckon I'll scout 'round a bit.