I 'low we'll have to fight." "We will fight," said Dunwody slowly and gravely.

A faint picture of the possible future was passing before his mind.
"What boat are these men using ?" asked Doctor Jamieson, turning to young Desha.
"Little old scow named the _Helen Bell_.

She can't steam up-stream a hundred miles a week.

She ties up every night.

We can easy catch her, up above St.Genevieve, if we ride fast." "That looks feasible to me," remarked Judge Clayton, and the others nodded their approval.
Judge Clayton dropped into a seat, as he replaced his glass on the nearest table.