We must have the horse, for one thing; but I suppose we'll lose four days.

This is rough on you." "Yes," agreed Harding, "you must go after him; but don't mind about me.
The man's a friend of yours, and I like him; I wouldn't feel happy if we let him fall back into the clutches of that cunning brute.

Now we'll get breakfast; you'll need it." "If you don't mind waiting," Blake said, while they made a hasty meal, "I'll follow him half-way to Sweetwater, if necessary.

You see, I haven't much expectation of overtaking him before he leaves the horse.
It's faster than the pony; and we don't know when he started." "That's so.

Still, you're tough; and I guess the first hard day's ride will be enough for your partner." Five minutes later Blake was picking his way as fast as possible through the woods.