"Mr.Willie Pond is as soft as mush; but I've read him through and through.

He wouldn't go with me if he didn't think he'd have a chance to serve Wild Bill, for, though he shuns Bill, he thinks more of Bill than he would have me think, I'll bet Addie has found that out." "Found out what ?" said the lady herself, who had returned so noiselessly that Jack had not heard her.
"That Mr.Pond, as he calls himself, is a friend of Wild Bill's." "All of that, and maybe something more, as you may find out before you are through your trip." "What do you mean ?" "Nothing but this--keep your eyes open, and study your Mr.Pond closely." "There is nothing dangerous about him ?" Miss Neidic laughed heartily.
"Nothing very dangerous to you, at any rate," she said; "but if they all go in the morning, we must see Persimmon Bill to-night." "That is so.

Shall I bring the horses round ?" "No.

We might be overheard.

I will go to the stables.