Could she, Hawkins ?" "Not unless she turned off, up here a mile or two, into that gulch that heads into Skyline," said Hawkins.

"There's a stock trail part way down from the top where it swings off from the divide to Wilder Creek." Swan, walking just behind Hawkins, moved up a pace.
"I could go on Skyline with Yack, and I could come down by those trail," he suggested diffidently, Swedishly, yet with a certain compelling confidence.

"What you think ?" "I think that's a damned good idea for a square head," Hawkins told him, and repeated it to Warfield, who was riding ahead.
"Why, yes.

We don't need the dog, or the man either.

Go up to the head of the gulch and keep your eyes open, Swan.