"I think I could eat about six square meals a day.

When we go out hunting, for a full day or more, we mustn't forget to take plenty of food along." "Oh, we'll eat what we shoot, Phil," said Dave, with a wink at Roger.
"They always do that out West, you know." "Huh! And if we don't shoot we can starve, eh?
Not much! I'm going to take plenty of good things along when I go out." "I wonder if we'll see much of Link Merwell," said Roger, after a pause.
"I don't want to see him," answered Dave.
"But he'll see you, Dave.

Didn't he say he'd square accounts out here?
He'll keep his word--when it comes to doing anything mean and dirty." "Roger is right," said Phil.

"I shouldn't want to alarm the girls, or Mr.and Mrs.Endicott, but I'd surely keep my eyes open for Link Merwell.

He'll try some kind of a game--it's his nature." With caution the boys approached the edge of the ravine and looked over.
They saw a spot where the dirt, rocks, and bushes had torn loose and slid down to the bottom of the hollow, carrying with the mass three of Mr.Endicott's herd of cattle.