I guess I'll never make the trip to the Rio Grande we were planning to-night--just before I came here." "The Black Bears ?" asked Jimmie.

"Were they planning a trip to the Rio Grande ?" Fremont nodded and pointed toward the door.
"Anyway," he said, "you can get me out of this suspense.

You can let me know, if you want to, whether I am going to the Rio Grande or to the Tombs." "Jere! What a trip that would be." Without waiting for any further words, Jimmie darted out of the door and then his steps were heard on the staircase.

Fremont had never in all his life had a key turned on him before.

He threw himself into a chair, then, realizing how selfish he was, he hastened to the north room and again bent over the injured man.
There appeared to be little change in Mr.Cameron's condition.