I'm good climber like a sheep," he boasted, and whistling to Jack, he began working his way up a rough, brush-scattered ledge to the slope above.
Lone watched him miserably, wishing that Swan was not quite so matter of fact in his man-chasing.

If Al Woodruff, for some reason which Lone could not fathom, had taken Lorraine and forced her to go with him into the wilderness, Warfield and Hawkins would be his allies the moment they came up with him.

Lone was no coward, but neither was he a fool.
Hawkins had never distinguished himself as a fighter, but Lone had gleaned here and there a great deal of information about Senator Warfield in the old days when he had been plain Bill.

When Lorraine and Al were overtaken, then Lone would need to show the stuff that was in him.

He only hoped he would have time, and that luck would be with him.
"If they get me, it'll be all off with her," he worried, as he followed the two up the canyon.