His first emotion was of profound gratitude and delight, for the interview seemed to establish that Fred Greenwood was alive, and consequently within reach of recovery.
"He's not dead!" exclaimed the happy lad; "thank Heaven for that! I shall soon see him! It seems too good to be true." "It isn't best to be sartin of anything in this world," remarked his friend, with a gravity of expression that ought to have chilled the ardor of Jack, but it did not.

The tidings were too exhilarating for that.
"Now, younker," added the man, "we've got more time on our hands than we know what to do with.

Come over by the fire and set down fur a while.
How's that appetite of yours ?" "I am beginning to feel hungry." "I thought so," observed Hank, with a smile.
"But there's no hurry.

I can wait a little while." "You'll have to." "Now tell me who this man Tozer is ?" "Wal, he's a reg'lar Motoza, except in blood.

I run across him five years ago in Arizona, where he had been in the stage-robbin' bus'ness.
Things got so hot he had to git out.