Thar's a way leads out at the back; an' just as soon as we kin throw dust in the eyes o' these yellin' varmints in front, we'll put straight for it.

I don't know what sort o' a passage thar is--up the rocks by some kind o' raven, I b'lieve.

We must do our best to find it." "But how do you intend to keep them from following us?
You speak of throwing dust in their eyes--how, Walt ?" "You wait, watch an' see.

You won't hev yur patience terrifically tried: for thar ain't much time to spare about it.

Thar's another passage up the cliffs, not far off; not a doubt but these Injuns know it; an' ef we don't make haste, they'll git up thar, and come in upon us by the back door, which trick won't do, nohowsomdever.