You can roast me alive if that ain't a fact! The fifth one got away, but I roped the wounded fellow, and was a-sittin' on him when the rest of the party got back to camp.

Jim Healy was along, and he'll tell you the same story." There was a breathless silence, during which McNeil spat meditatively out of the window.
"Save any--eh--locks of their hair ?" he questioned, anxiously.
"Oh, please don't tell me anything about that!" interrupted Miss Spencer, nervously.

"The whites don't scalp, do they ?" "Not generally, miss, but I--eh--didn't just know what Mr.
Moffat's--eh--custom was." The latter gentleman had his head craned out of the window once more, in an apparent determination to ignore all such frivolous remarks.
Suddenly he pointed directly ahead.
"There's Glencaid now, Miss Spencer," he said, cheerfully, glad enough of an opportunity to change the topic of conversation.

"That's the spire of the new Presbyterian church sticking up above the ridge." "Oh, indeed! How glad I am to be here safe at last!" "How--eh--did you happen to--eh--recognize the church ?" asked McNeil with evident admiration.

"You--eh--can't see it from the saloon." Moffat disdained reply, and the lurching stage rolled rapidly down the valley, the mules now lashed into a wild gallop to the noisy accompaniment of the driver's whip.
The hoofs clattered across the narrow bridge, and, with a sudden swing, all came to a sharp stand, amid a cloud of dust before a naked yellow house.
"Here 's where you get out, miss," announced the Jehu, leaning down from his seat to peer within.