The Panther lay down on the prairie, put his ear to the ground, and listened a long time.
"I think I hear the feet of horses movin' now an' then," he said, "an' if so, one of us had better stay behin' with ours.

A horse of theirs might neigh an' a horse of ours might answer.

Yon can't tell.

Obed, I guess it'll be for you to stay.

You've got a most soothin' disposition with animals." "All right," said Obed philosophically, "I'd rather go on, but, if it's better for me to stay, I'll stay.