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"Let us spread," said a hunter, "and keep wide over the paraira, till we've got clar past the Apash trail. They won't notice a single track hyar and thyar, I reckin." "Ay, but they will, though," rejoined another. "Do ye think an Injun's a-goin' to pass a shod horse track 'ithout follerin' it up? No, siree!" "We kin muffle the hoofs, as far as that goes," suggested the first speaker. "Wagh!
They wudn't 'a been if I'd 'a had my traps; but there wa'n't a critter, from the minners in the waters to the bufflers on the paraira, that didn't look like they knowed how this niggur were fixed. I kud git nuthin' for two days but lizard, an' scarce at that." "Lizard's but poor eatin'," remarked one. "'Ee may say that. This hyur thigh jeint's fat cow to it it are."
Green fields lay before us, and tall trees sprang up, covered with a thick and verdant frondage! "Cotton-woods!" cried a hunter, as his eye rested on these still distant groves. "Tall saplins at that wagh!" ejaculated another. "Water thar, fellers, I reckin!" remarked a third. "Yes, siree! Yer don't see such sprouts as them growin' out o' a dry paraira. Look! Hollo!"
After a few minutes spent in this silent entreaty, the oracle seemed to have sent forth its response; and Rube, returning the stopper to its place, came walking forward to the chief. "Billee's right, cap. If them Injuns must be fit, it's got to be did whur thur's rocks or timmer. They'd whip us to shucks on the paraira. That's settled. If so be, we can do it as easy as fallin' off a log.
We cannot touch the Pinon spring without leaving our marks too plainly; and it is the very place where the war-party may make a halt." "I sees no confoundered use in the hul on us crossin' the paraira now. We kan't hunt buffler till they've passed, anyways. So it's this child's idee that a dozen o' us 'll be enough to `cacher' in the Peenyun, and watch for the niggurs a-goin' south.
"I didn't say we could take them on the paraira. We kin foller them till they're in the mountains, an' git them among the rocks. That's what I advise." "Ay. They can't run away from us with that drove. That's sartin." "They have no notion of running away. They will most likely attack us." "That's jest what we want," said Garey. "We kin go yonder, and fight them till they've had a bellyful."
I kud take the full o' that paraira o' hosses acrosst the 'Pash trail, 'ithout making a sign that any Injun's a-gwine to foller, particularly an Injun on the war-beat as them is now." "How?" asked Seguin. "I'll tell yur how, cap, ev yur'll tell me what 'ee wants to cross the trail for." "Why, to conceal ourselves in the Pinon range; what else?"
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