Besides it looks pretty cold on the mountains, and its fine here in the village.

But luck with you, Dick." He gave his comrade's hand a strong grasp and walked away toward the little square of the village, where the troops were encamped for the present.

Dick sprang upon a horse which Bill Petty was holding for him.
Whitley was already up, and the three rode swiftly toward a blue line which marked a cleft between two ridges.

Dick first observed their guide.

Bill Petty was a short but very stout man, clad in a suit of home-made blue jeans, the trousers of which were thrust into high boots with red tops.