You mog along and keep your mouth shut or it will be the worse for you." Fremont knew very well that Big Bob was considering a desperate means of retrieving the error he had made in speaking of a friend who might be accused of the crime.

The boy was afraid that he had gone too far in his desire to provoke the big fellow.
For there would be no one to ask questions if the boy should never leave the hills alive.

Unless the Black Bears were within striking distance, no one would ever know what had become of him.

He looked and listened again for some signs of his friends, but the slope behind told him nothing..