Nestor stood waiting while the boy took his sorrowful look about the familiar scenes.
"I know what you're thinking about," he said, as they started on again.
"You're sorry to go not entirely because you love the city, but because you feel as if you were turning coward in going at all.

You'll get over that as the case develops." "I'm afraid it will be lonesome down there where we are going," said Fremont.

"I had planned something very different.

The Black Bears were to go along, you know, and there was to be no fugitive-from-justice business." "Fugitive from injustice, you should say," said Nestor.

"The Black Bears may come along after a time, too.