Nor much longer till it ceased to be a griskin--having altogether disappeared from his fingers, followed by a gurgling sound, as half the contents of the canteen went washing it down his throat.
"Now!" he said, springing to his feet, after he had completed his Homeric repast, "this chile feels strong enuf to face the devil hisself, an' tharfor he needn't be backward 'bout the encounterin' o' a angel.
So hyar goes to find out Frank Hamersley, an' how _he's_ farin'.
Anyhow, I'll take the deer along in case thar mout be a scarcity o' eetables, though I reck'n thar's no fear o' that.

Whar a angel makes dwelling-place thar oughter be a full crib, though it may be ambrosyer or mannar, or some o' them fixin's as a purairy man's stummick ain't used to.

Anyways, a bit o' doe-deer meat won't do no harum.

So, Walt Wilder, ole coon, let's you an' me set our faces southart, an' see what's to turn up at the tarminashun o' six miles' trampin'." Once more shouldering the carcase, he strides off towards the south, guiding himself by the sun, but more by the hoof-marks of the mustang.
These, though scarce distinguishable, under the over-shadowing sage-plants, are descried with little difficulty by the experienced eye of the Ranger.
On goes he, now and then muttering to himself conjectures as to what sort of a personage has appropriated and carried off his comrade.

But, with all his jocular soliloquising, he feels certain the _angel_ will turn out to be a _woman_..