If Anson had any eyes for the woods he'd not have lost me so soon.
"No.

But, you see, he's figgerin' to cross your trail." "If I could get fifteen or twenty mile farther on an' hide tracks certain, I'd feel safe from pursuit, anyway," said the hunter, reflectively.
"Shore an' easy," responded Roy, quickly.

"I jest met up with some greaser sheep-herders drivin' a big flock.

They've come up from the south an' are goin' to fatten up at Turkey Senacas.

Then they'll drive back south an' go on to Phenix.