One o' 'em'll be enough for what I want, an' let that be myen.

Poor critter, it air a pity! But it can't be helped.

We must hev some kiver to screen us.

Quick, Frank, or the skunks will be on to us!" Painful as it was to abandon his brave steed, Hamersley did as directed without knowing why.

The last speeches of the guide were somewhat enigmatical, though he presumed they meant an important signification.
Slipping down from his saddle, he stood by his horse's side, a noble steed, the best blood of his own State, Kentucky, famed for its fine stock.