Last night--I don't know whether or not you noted the fact--he heard that mountaineer approaching, and slipped out of camp.

I do not believe he went far, but that where he was he could see and hear all that was going on.

Later he must have hurried around to the rear of the camp, and, when the fellow was trying to shoot Hippy, Long put a bullet through our caller's shoulder.

I call that good shooting." "Hm--m--m--m! Now that you speak of it, I do recall that he disappeared rather suddenly.

I am grateful for what he did for us, of course, but, Grace, I do not wholly trust the man, and, if he comes again, I should watch him, were I in your place." "I do not agree with you at all, Tom.