The dawn was gray, and the breeze was chill.

As they rode on, the wind rose and its edge became so sharp that there was a prospect of another Norther.

The Panther unrolled from his pack the most gorgeous serape that Ned had ever seen.

It was of the finest material, colored a deep scarlet and it had a gold fringe.
"Fine feathers are seen afar," said Obed.
"That's so," said the Panther, "but we're not coming near enough to the Mexicans for them to catch a glimpse of this, an' such bein' the case I'm goin' to put it between me an' the cold.

I'm proud of it, an' when I wrap it aroun' me I feel bigger an' stronger.