Wa'al, it's fur us to go slow now, too." But he said aloud: "Boys, it ain't more'n twenty miles now to the Rio Grande, an' we can hit it by dark.

But I'm thinkin' that we'd better be mighty keerful now as we go on." "I suppose it's because Mexican scouts and skirmishers may be watching," said Ned.
"Yes, an' 'specially that fellow Urrea.

His uncle bein' one of Santa Anna's leadin' gen'rals, he's likely to have freer rein, an', as we know, he's clever an' active.

I'd hate to fall into his hands again." They rode more slowly, and three pairs of eyes continually searched the plain for an enemy.

Ned's sight was uncommonly acute, and Obed and the Panther frequently appealed to him as a last resort.