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"He doesn't leave no trail till she begins to snow," he argued, "an' he nat'rally doesn't expect no mud-turkles like me a followin' of him eastward. Consequently he feeds when he strikes water. This yere is water." All of which seemed satisfactory to Alfred. He walked on foot in order to discover the trail in the snow.
Just as he had arrived at this sensible conclusion his companion came to a halt. "Here's my shanty; where's yours?" he asked. "Haven't got any!" "I'd ask you in if we wasn't packin' up to go." "Does your wife go with you?" "Why, nat'rally!" "Say," Wakefield queried, as the man turned in at the gate. "How did you go to work to get that job up in the cañon?"
You know, most o' the Alton men nat'rally went out in the rigiments t' other side o' the State line, an' they was in other battles, an' never camped nowheres nigh us. Seems to me we ought to have home feelin' enough to do what we can right here."
"He must have longer legs than most men if he gets to the flat-rock fall before us, an' as that's the spot where he'll nat'rally cross the river, being the only straight line for the hills that escapes the bend o' the bay to the south o' Stoney Creek, we're pretty sartin to stop him there."
"I'm just as sorry as you are that he made this get-away," he continued slowly. "Now I got to pull up stakes and get out. Nat'rally he'll make it too hot for me here. Then I could use that extry twenty-five hundred that was coming to me on this job. But it ain't too late. He's got away once; but he ain't in court yet. I can easy keep him out, if the original bargain stands.
"They's comin' on th' jump," said Alfred. By this time the stranger had unfastened the horse. "I reckon we quits," said he, mounting; "I jest nat'rally takes this bronc, because I needs him more'n you do. So long. I may 's well confide that I'm feelin' some glad jest now that them Injins comes along." And then his pony fell in a heap, and began to kick up dirt and to snort blood.
But we likes thumping on the head not skinning it." "That your fashion my fashion take scalp. You thump; I skin which best?" "Augh! skinnin' is a dreadthful operation; but shillaleh-work comes nately and nat'rally. How many of these said scalps, now, may ye have picked up, Nick, in yer last journey?" "T'ree all man and woman no pappoose. One big enough make two; so call him four." "Oh!
Gilbert and him with their two heads close together, and that's a wonder, for I know Gilbert's not nat'rally fond of any sort of Scotchman. There's something brewing: I must have my wits about me, and see and keep sober this night, if I can, any way. From the first I suspicted Mr. Gilbert had his heart on Mabel. Biddy.
"I may be, Pete," Tammas admitted; "but I maun say I'm fond o' a bonny-looken wuman, an' no aisy to please; na, I'm nat'rally ane o' the critical kind." "It's extror'nar," said T'nowhead, "what a poo'er beauty has. I mind when I was a callant readin' aboot Mary Queen o' Scots till I was fair mad, lads; yes, I was fair mad at her bein' deid. Ou, I could hardly sleep at nichts for thinking o' her."
The prisoners were brought in some forty of them, for Old Man Hooper maintained only the home ranch and all his cow hands as well as his personal bravos were gathered here. Buck Johnson separated apart seven of them, and ordered the others into the stables under guard. "Bad hombres, all of them," he observed to Jed Parker. "We'll just nat'rally ship them across the line very pronto.
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