If Quade and Rann are in the next valley they can't get over the mount'ins to get at us.

Quade, with all his flesh, couldn't climb over that range to the west of us inside o' three days, if he could get over it at all.

They're hikin' straight for the gold over another trail, or they're behind us, an' mebby both." "How--both ?" asked Aldous.
"Two parties," explained MacDonald, puffing hard at his pipe.

"If there's an outfit behind us they were hid in the timber on the other side of the snow-ridge, and they're pretty close this minute.

Culver Rann--or FitzHugh, as you call him--is hustling straight on with DeBar.