A big fellow stepped past him, and saluted some one just out of sight.
"Nobody in there, sir," he reported.
"All right, Mason," and Grant came into view on a rangy sorrel.

"Get your men back into saddle; we'll move on." "Think he went this way ?" asked the blacksmith carelessly.
"How the hell do I know!" savagely.

"He must have started this way, but likely he took the north road.

We'll get the chap before night, unless he runs into Delavan's fellows out yonder.

See here, Farrell," holding in his horse, "we'll be back here about dark, and will want something to eat." "You will be welcome to all you find." "You impudent rebel, you see that you are here when we come.