Her face was white, her eyes glittered.

Her voice as she spoke was tremulous with emotion.
"They're on to him," she said in a husky voice.

"That man that comed over on the stage with you give a description of him, this mornin', 't made 'em tumble to him after we had throwed 'em off the track.

If I ever git a show at him! They knows 'twas Bill.

That little devil Dennison is out ag'in." "Oh, they won't catch him," said Keith; but as he spoke his face changed.