Look how he busted down my mail box." "Look how this car was running here," assented Wid.

"You set here by the gate, Sim, and hold the team.

I want to run up the road a piece to where the timber trail turns up the canyon." "Sure, Wid," said Sim.

"I can't walk good." It was half an hour or more before his friend had returned from his hasty scout further along the road, and by that time it was dark.
"That's where they went, Sim," said Wid Gardner.

"I seen the track of that busted tire plain in the half-dried mud, little ways up the trail.
Whoever it was done this, has went right up there.