Thank the Almighty Lord, we've stuck to your gun through the thick an' the thin o't.

Ef we hedn't we mout jest as well lie down agin' an' make a die at oncest." "Go which way you please, Walt; you know best.

I am ready to follow you; and I think I shall be able." "Wal, at anyhow, we'd best be movin' off from hyar.

If ye can't go a great ways under kiver o' the night, I reck'n we kin put enough o' parairia atween us an' these Injuns to make sure agin thar spyin' us in the mornin'.

So let's start south-eastart, an' try for the sources o' the Red.