"An' I've lost my horse.

Where'd y'u leave yours ?" "They're down the canyon, below thet willow brake.

An' saddled an' none of them tied.

Reckon we'll have to look them up before dark." "Colter, what 're we goin' to do ?" demanded Springer.
"Wait heah a while--then cross the canyon an' work round up under the bluff, back to the cabin." "An' then what ?" queried Somers, doubtfully eying Colter.
"We've got to eat--we've got to have blankets," rejoined Colter, testily.

"An' I reckon we can hide there an' stand a better show in a fight than runnin' for it in the woods." "Wal, I'm givin' you a hunch thet it looked like you was runnin' fer it," retorted Somers.
"Yes, an' packin' the girl," added Springer.