Having decided so, they went into the task heart and soul, despite its dangers.
The three rode side by side and three pairs of skilled eyes examined the plain.

The snow was left only in sheltered places or among the trees.
But the further they went the scarcer became the trees, and before night they disappeared entirely.
"We are comin' upon the buffalo range," said the Panther.

"A hundred miles further west we'd be likely to strike big herds.

When we're through fightin' the Mexicans I'm goin' out there again.

It's the life fur me." The night came, dark and cold, but fortunately without wind.