There was a bluff a few miles off, but they hadn't a tool of any kind to cut cordwood with.

Took us quite a while to haul them up some stores, though we made twelve-hour marches between our camps in the snow.

We had to hustle that trip." He paused and resumed: "Better keep an eye on that bunch of young horses, Mr.Grant; bring them up nearer the house when the nights get darker.

Those Clydesdales are mighty fine beasts and prices are high." Grant looked astonished.
"I've been here a good many years, and I've never lost a horse," he declared.
"It doesn't follow you'll always be as lucky," the trooper said pointedly.
"I was told that property is as safe in the West as it is in England," Edgar broke in.
"Just so," remarked the trooper.

"They say that kind of thing.