"Have you got an extra gun ?" asked the latter.

Jensen nodded, finding the spare piece near at hand.
Very little more was said.

They all walked out into the morning, when the red ball of the sun was coming up above the misty valley.
"Go on ahead in the car," said Wid.

"I'll bring my horse." They met at Sim Gage's half-burned home.

Sim himself hobbled out, rifle under one arm and the little Airedale under the other, the latter wriggling and barking in his delight.