Try an' make White Slides one place thet'll disprove your name.

All the same, don't shy at sight of anythin' suspicious round the ranch." The old man plodded thoughtfully away, leaving the hunter likewise in a brown study.
"He's gettin' a hunch that I'll tell him of some shadow hoverin' black over White Slides," soliloquized Wade.

"Maybe--maybe so.

But I don't see any yet....

Strange how a man will say what he didn't start out to say.
Now, I started to tell him about that amazin' dog Fox." Fox was the great dog of the whole pack, and he had been absolutely overlooked, which fact Wade regarded with contempt for himself.
Discovery of this particular dog came about by accident.