IN WINTER QUARTERS The three walked slowly on for a long time, curving about gradually to the region in which Paul and Jim Hart remained hidden.

They did not say much, but Shif'less Sol was slowly swelling with an admiration which was bound to find a vent some time or other.
"Henry," he burst out at last, "this whole scheme o' yours has been worked in the most beautiful way, an' that last trick with Braxton Wyatt wuz the finest I ever saw." "There were three of us," said Henry briefly and modestly.
"It's a great thing to use your brain," said the shiftless one sagely.
"I'm thinkin' o' doin' it hereafter myself." Tom Ross laughed deeply and said: "I'd make a beginning before it wuz too late, ef I wuz you, Sol." "How long do you think it will take the Shawnees an' the Miamis to straighten out that tangle about the great war trail ?" asked the shiftless one of Henry.
"Not before snow flies," replied the youth; "and then there will be so much mutual anger and disgust that they will not be able to get together for months.

But we must stop up here, Sol, and watch, and egg on the misunderstanding.

Don't you think so, Tom ?" "Of course!" replied Ross briefly, but with emphasis.

"We've got to hang on the Injun flanks." Late in the afternoon they reached familiar ground, or at least it was so to the sharp eyes of these three, although they had seen it but once.