Men stood aside for them, and looked after them enviously; for they took the rises of the trail on the run, and rattled down the counter slopes, and ground the iron-rimmed wheels harshly over the rocks.

Plunging through a dark stretch of woods, they came out upon the river at the ford.

A drowned man lay on his back on the sand-bar, staring upward, unblinking, at the sun.

A man, in irritated tones, was questioning over and over, "Where's his pardner?
Ain't he got a pardner ?" Two more men had thrown off their packs and were coolly taking an inventory of the dead man's possessions.

One called aloud the various articles, while the other checked them off on a piece of dirty wrapping-paper.