Captain Jack kept sober when all the rest were drinking last night, and I'll wager he is one of the hunters, and most likely Sam Chichester is the other.

We're safe from observation, Mr.Pond, so don't get nervous.
We'll not see Wild Bill to-day." Pond smiled, but there was a tremor about him that showed he was easy to take alarm and hard to get over it.
The Texan came down from the tree and busied himself in gathering some dry fuel--small sticks which would make a quick hot blaze and little or no smoke.

Then he cut off some long thin flakes of antelope flesh from the saddle hanging on the tree, and half cooked, half dried it.
"Meat may be a little unhandy to get in the rear of that straggling band," he said.

"If we have a little on hand, it will do no hurt." "You are thoughtful," said Pond.

"I would make a poor manager, I fear, on the plains.