He hoped to start the thing and get away before the outlaws were out of their beds.

Finally he heard the shuffle of Euchre's boots on the hard path.

The sound was quicker than usual.
When Euchre came around the corner of the cabin Duane was not so astounded as he was concerned to see the outlaw white and shaking.

Sweat dripped from him.

He had a wild look.
"Luck ours--so-fur, Buck!" he panted.
"You don't look it," replied Duane.
"I'm turrible sick.