Turn to and help on a 'round-up,' or 'drive' where I can--shoot and fish--oh, I'll make it if it takes ten years." "Then what ?" Mary asked, with a curious intonation.
"Then I'll start for the Northwest," he replied after a little hesitation--"if I live.

Of course the chances are I'll turn up my toes somewhere on the trail.

A man is liable to make a miss-lick somewhere, but that's all in the game.

A man had better die on the trail than in a dead furrow." Mary looked at him with dreaming eyes.

His strange moods filled her with new and powerful emotions.