It's about three o'clock in the mornin' now, an' you've got to slip through in two or three hours, 'cause the light will be showin' then.

Now, Ned, up with you an' over." Ned climbed to the summit of the wall.

Beyond lay heavy darkness, and he neither saw nor heard any human being.

He looked back, and extended his hand to Crockett as he had to Bowie.
"Good-by, Mr.Crockett," he said, "you've been very good to me." The great brown hand of the frontiersman clasped his almost convulsively.
"Aye, Ned," he said, "we've cottoned to each other from the first.

I haven't knowed you long, but you've been like a son to me.