Me and a couple of Apaches tried the game of cracking each other's heads, that was spun out longer than we meant, and so, as I was obsarving, when I rode into town, the fun was all over.

I found Misther Simpson just gettin' ready to take your trail, and he axed me to do the same, and I was mighty glad to do it.

I was desirous of bringing along your horse Hurricane, for you to ride when we should get you, but Soot would n't hear of it.

He said the horse would only be a bother, and if we should lay hands onto you, either of our horses was strong enough to take you, so we left the crature behind." "Did you have any trouble in following us ?" "Not at first; a hundred red spalpeens riding over the prairie can't any more hide their trail than an Irishman can save himself from cracking a head when he is invited to do so.

We galloped along, without ever scarcely looking at the ground.