I've got a Yankton friend as'll help us through." "My friends, I'm ever so thankful to you--" "Blame take yer thanks! Come along," broke in the Superior Being.

"It's now ur never." "I'll be dogged ef it haint," said the Poet.
Charlton looked out wistfully over the wide prairies.

He might escape and lead a wild, free life with Gray, and then turn up in some new Territory under an assumed name and work out his destiny.

But the thought of being a fugitive from justice was very shocking to him.
[Illustration: "GIT UP AND FOLLER!"] "No! no! I can't.

God bless you both.