I'm not going to take any chances.

When he goes, the whole bunch here goes with him!" "Ah, _oui_!" Ba'tiste grinned with enthusiasm.

"You said a what-you-say--large bite! Now," he walked toward the saw, "we shall fell a tree that shall not split." "If you don't mind, I'd rather go back and look around the place.

I want to get lined up on everything before I start to Denver." "Ah, _oui_." Together, led by the wolf-dog, they made their way to the wagon again, once more to skirt the lake and to start down the narrow roadway leading beside the flume.

A half-hour more and there came the sound of hammers and of saws.