"But he can't carry us both, Frosty; I'll just have to tinker up this old skate, and make him go on." "Yuh can't do it; he's reached his limit.

Yuh can't expect a common cayuse like him to do more than eighty miles in one shift--at the gait we've been traveling.

I'm surprised he's held out so long.

Yuh take Spikes and go on; I'll walk in.

Yuh know the way from here, and I can't help yuh out any more than to let yuh have Spikes.