There was the slash of a knife.

Then he picked up his shoulder-pack.

At the door he paused.
"Look at your watch when I'm gone, Cassidy, and be sure you make it a full two hours." "I'll make it two hours and five minutes," said Cassidy.

"Hittin' north are you, Jolly Roger ?" "I'm hittin'-- bushward," replied the outlaw.

"I'm going where it's plenty thick and hard to travel, Cassidy.