Look at these bones, will you?
Now, Ned, you promisin' scout an' skirmisher, tell me what they are." "Buffalo bones," replied Ned promptly.
"Right you are," replied the Panther, "an' when Cos left San Antonio he wasn't taking any buffaloes along with him to kill fur meat.

They staid here so long that the hunters had time to go out an' shoot game." "A long lane's the thief of time," said Obed, "and having a big march before him, Cos has concluded to walk instead of run." "'Cause he was expectin' somethin' that would stop him," said the Panther angrily.

"I hate liars an' traitors.

Well, we'll soon see." Their curiosity became so great that they rode at a swift trot on the great south trail, and not ten miles further they came upon the unmistakable evidences of another big camp that had lasted long.
"Slower an' slower," muttered the Panther.

"They must have met a messenger.