Well, get a move on, and try the country across the creek first.

No, hold on.

I'll go myself.

Throw the saddle on Roanoke; I'll put some grub together, for there's no time to be lost." Kalman started up and stood eagerly expectant.

French glanced at him.
"It will be a hard ride, Kalman; I am a little afraid." "Try me, sir," said the boy, who had unconsciously in conversation with French dropped much of his street vernacular, and had adopted to a large extent his master's forms of speech.
"All right, boy.