Before I go to sleep, I'll picket the horses close beside me; and if you steal away on foot during the night, I'll ride you down a few hours after daybreak.

I think you understand me.
There's nothing more to be said." He tried to talk about other matters, but found it hard, for Benson, tormented by his craving, made no response.

Darkness wrapped them about and the prairie was lost in shadow.

The leaves in the bluff rustled in a faint, cold wind, and the smoke of the fire drifted round the men.

For a while Benson sat moodily watching his companion, and then, wrapping his blanket round him, he lay down and turned away his head.