It would be a mean Mexican trick to run clean away." "The Mexicans are not cowards," said Ned.
"Depends on how the notion strikes 'em," said the Panther.

"Sometimes they fight like all creation an' sometimes they hit it for the high grass an' the tall timber.

There's never any tellin' what they'll do." "Hark!" said Obed, "don't you hear their tramp there to our left ?" The three stopped and listened, and they detected sounds which they knew were made by the retreating force.

But they could see nothing through the heavy white fog which covered everything like a blanket of snow.
"Suppose we ride parallel with them," whispered Ned.

"We can go by the sounds and by the same means we can tell exactly what they do." "A good idea," said Obed.