To him, as to the outside world, they had been merely vicious men without one redeeming feature.
"I'm much obliged to you, Euchre," replied Duane.

"But of course I won't live with any one unless I can pay my share." "Have it any way you like, my son," said Euchre, good-humoredly.

"You make a fire, an' I'll set about gettin' grub.

I'm a sourdough, Buck.
Thet man doesn't live who can beat my bread." "How do you ever pack supplies in here ?" asked Duane, thinking of the almost inaccessible nature of the valley.
"Some comes across from Mexico, an' the rest down the river.

Thet river trip is a bird.