You don't know, son, how much you've got to be thankful for." Now that it was all over, and Ballard was beginning to realize how deadly was the bath in which he had been plunged, a few cold shivers started up and down his spine.
"My skin is getting up and walking all over me with cold feet," said he.
"I've got to warm up, and right now there's only one thing I want, and that is to get my hands in Porter's whiskers and twist his neck.

Let's hotfoot it around and see if we can find him." "This way, my lads," shouted Pardo.

"If the thing has happened that I've got in my mind, there's no use in hunting around this camp for the prospector.

We'll find out in a brace of shakes." With Pardo leading the way, the boys ran to a corral on the other side of the camp.

Pardo stopped.