He looks for friends among such men as he now consorts with--California Joe, Sam Chichester, and that crowd.

I know but one real gentleman in the party, and that one is Jack Crawford." "I know none of them." "You lose nothing, then, for it is little honor one gains by such acquaintances.

They suit Wild Bill, for they drink, gamble, and shoot on little cause; they are ready for any adventure, never stopping to count risks or look back when evil is commenced or ruin wrought, no matter what may be its nature." The entrance of the young Texans now caused a change in the topic of conversation.
"I have learned when that party start." he said.

"They are making their final preparations to-night, and will break camp in this morning early enough to make Twenty-mills Creek for their first night's halt--probably about ten o'clock." "Do you propose to go ahead of them ?" asked Pond.
"No; it will be more easy and safe to fellow their trail.

They will not have over fifty animals all told, and there will be lots of feed left for us even if we keep close by.