"If he has to, till he drops in his tracks.

And that won't be for many a mile, kid.

He's thoroughbred; a thoroughbred never knows when to quit." "Well, there ain't any speedy trail ahead of us today," Eddie vouchsafed cheeringly.

"There's half-a mile maybe where we can gallop, and the rest is a case of picking your footing." "Let's begin picking it, then," said Bud, and got up, reaching for his bridle.
By devious ways it was that Eddie led them out of that sinister country surrounding the Sinks.

In the beginning Bud and Jerry exchanged glances, and looked at their guns, believing that it would be through Catrock Canyon they would have to ride.