But my idea is to pull one off on him, an' start the minute it gets dark enough, so them lads can't see what's goin' on out yere." "We'll fight our way through ?" "Not a fight, my son; we'll make it so softly that not a son-of-a-gun will ever know how it happened.

When they wake up we'll be twenty miles out in the desert, an' still a goin'.

Thar's a big log clinging ter the upper end o' the rock.

I saw it when I fust come over; an' 'bout an hour ago I crept back through that gully an' took a good look.
A shove will send it floatin'.

An' with a good pair o' legs to steer with, thar ain't nuthin' to stop it this side the curve, an' I don't calculate any o' the rifle brigade will be down as fur as that--do you ?" "Not likely," and Westcott measured the distance with eyes that had lost their despondency.