I did not tell you, but that rattler at the cabin last night actually bit me, and I used carbolic to cure the poison." Frank mumbled something about horses, and faded into the gloom.

As for Jones, he looked at me rather incredulously, and the absolute, almost childish gladness he manifested because I had been snatched from the grave, made me regret my deceit, and satisfied me forever on one score.
On awakening in the morning I found frost half an inch thick covered my sleeping-bag, whitened the ground, and made the beautiful silver spruce trees silver in hue as well as in name.
We were getting ready for an early start, when two riders, with pack-horses jogging after them, came down the trail from the direction of Oak Spring.

They proved to be Jeff Clarke, the wild-horse wrangler mentioned by the Stewarts, and his helper.

They were on the way into the breaks for a string of pintos.

Clarke was a short, heavily bearded man, of jovial aspect.