Both of 'em was old stagers; they've been crossin' th' range for th' last ten year.

Both of 'em came through here lookin' like icicles 'an' swearing t' beat four o' a kind.

They's mountains an' mountains, kid.

Them up there's th' professional kind." A slight, puzzled frown crossed the face of Barry Houston.
"But how am I going to get to the other side of the range?
I'm going to Tabernacle." "They's a train runs from Denver, over Crestline.

Look up there--jest to the right of Mount Taluchen.