"I can always shoot.

Only you were hard to drag away.

You seemed to want to stay there and die with your coat." "They laughed at me for wearing that coat when we started away.

They said a hunter never bothered himself with extra clothing," he mused as they walked away from the terrible spot.
"Do you think it was the prayer ?" asked the girl suddenly.
"It may be!" said the man with wondering accent.
Then quietly, thoughtfully, they mounted and rode onward.
Their way, due east, led them around the shoulder of a hill.

It was tolerably smooth, but they were obliged to go single file, so there was very little talking done.
It was nearly the middle of the afternoon when all at once a sound reached them from below, a sound so new that it was startling.