"I thought we would be." "Yellow Panther, uv course!" said Tom Ross, with emphasis.
"Of course! And like as not Braxton Wyatt is among those who are with him." Sol Hyde looked at Henry.

There was a queer light in the eyes of the shiftless one.
"Do we want 'em to ketch us ?" he asked.
"I think we'd better wait and see." It was in no tone of boasting that either spoke.

Three borderers such as they could shake off the pursuit of any men who lived.
"S'pose we lead 'em on a while," said Tom Ross.
Henry nodded, and the three ran in a sort of easy trot toward the southeast.

They took no trouble to hide their trail, and as the forest at this point was free from undergrowth, they were visible at a considerable distance.

This easy trot they kept up for hours, and the extraordinary powers, or intuition, of Henry Ware told him that the Miamis were always there, a quarter of a mile, perhaps, behind.