Paul, you ought to a-let me put a knife in atween his ribs when I had the chance.

I might a-saved some good lives an' a power o' sufferin'." Paul did not reply, but he was not sorry that he had interfered.

He could not see a bound youth killed.
"I think we'd better be goin' now," said Tom Ross.

"We've got to keep to the north, to throw the Shawnees off the track, an' then we'll come back an' spy on 'em." "An' me with only ten hours o' rest got to git up an' start to runnin' ag'in," said Shif'less Sol plaintively.
"Wa'al, no, you needn't run," said Tom Ross, grinning.

"You can jest walk for about forty hours without stoppin'!" Shif'less Sol heaved a deep sigh, but made ready.