So I trailed you." "Trailed me," cried Venters, bluntly.
"I reckon.

It was some of a job after I got to them smooth rocks.

I was all day trackin' you up to them little cut steps in the rock.

The rest was easy." "Where's your hoss?
I hope you hid him." "I tied him in them queer cedars down on the slope.

He can't be seen from the valley." "That's good.