The Indian leaped on the pony that had been ridden by the warrior slain by Obed and continued in the group of pursuers.

Ned looked somewhat chagrined, and Obed noticed it.
"You did very well, Ned," he said.

"Of course, no one likes to kill a horse, but it's the horses that bring on the Lipans, and the fewer horses they have the better for us." Ned also reloaded as they galloped and then said: "Don't you think they're dropping back a little ?" "Yes, they want to keep out of range.

They know that our rifles carry farther than theirs, and they will not take any more risk until they finally corner us, of which they feel sure." "But of which we are not so sure." "No, and we are going to be hidden from them, for a while, by something.
You haven't noticed, Ned, that the country is rapidly growing much worse, and that we are now in what is practically a sandy desert.

You don't see even a yucca, but you do see something whirling there in the southwest.