Them fellars ain't lookin' fer nuthin'.

I reckon I could stand up straight yere an' they 'd never see me.

Take a look yerself; it's safe 'nough." Hamlin drew himself up, and peered out over the snow, but still gripped the other's arm.

With his first glance up the valley there swept over him a strange feeling of sympathy for those he was hunting.

It was a dismal, depressing picture--the bare, snow-covered hillsides, and between, floundering weakly through the drifts, the little party of fugitives, the emaciated ponies staggering with weakness, the men on foot, reeling as they tramped forward, their heads lowered in utter weariness.