What d'you want to know ?" "The way Bard fought--the way you both fought." "Lemme see." He closed his eyes like one who strives to recollect; he was, in fact, carefully recalling the skeleton of facts which Drew had told him earlier in the day.
"Six months, me and Bard had been trailin' Piotto, damn his old soul! Bard--he'd of quit cold a couple of times, but I kept him at it." "John Bard would have quit ?" asked Anthony softly.
"Sure.

He was a big man, was Bard, but he didn't have none too much endurance." "Go on," nodded Anthony.
"Six months, I say, we was ridin' day and night and wearin' out a hoss about every week of that time.

Then we got jest a hint from a bartender that maybe the Piottos was nearby in that section.
"It didn't need no more than a hint for us to get busy on the trail.

We hit a circle through the mountains--it was over near Twin Rivers where the ground ain't got a level stretch of a hundred yards in a whole day's ridin'.

And along about evenin' of the second day we come to the house of Tom Shaw, a squatter.
"Bard would of passed the house up, because he knew Shaw and said there wasn't nothin' crooked about him, but I didn't trust nobody in them days--and I ain't changed a pile since." "That," remarked Anthony, "is an example I think I shall follow." "Eh ?" said Lawlor, somewhat blankly.