"The next rapid is a bad bit of water, and if we're going through to-night, I want that bit behind me, before it gets too dark.

So come along!" "Oh, cut it out, Knight," said Duff, in a gruff but conciliatory tone.
"We'll camp right here." "It's all the same to me," said Knight, flinging his pack down.

"When you want to go on, say the word.

You won't have to ask me twice." Duff looked over the six feet of bone and sinew and muscle of the young rancher, made as if to answer, paused a moment, changed his mind, and said more quietly: "Don't be an ass, Knight.

I'm not trying to hang your shirt on a tree." "You know damned well you can't," said Knight, who was still white with passion.
"Oh, come off," replied Duff.