He can't even ride! It's some blasted greenhorn taking a pasear on a hoss for the first time.

Damnation! he's ruined everything.

They'll take the alarm." "I'll push on and clear him out," said Blandford, excitedly.

"Even if they're off, I may yet get a shot at the Cherokee." "Quick then," said Demorest, "for here comes the carriage." He pointed to a dark spot on the road occasionally emerging from the driven dust clouds.
In another moment Blandford was at the heels of the awkward horseman, who wheeled clumsily at his approach and revealed the lank figure of Ezekiel Corwin! "You here!" said Blandford, in stupefied fury.
"Wa'al, yes, squire," said Ezekiel lazily, in spite of his uneasy seat.
"I kalkilated ef there was suthin' goin' on, I'd like to see it." "You cursed prying fool! you've spoiled all.

There!" he shouted despairingly, as the quick clatter of hoofs rang from the arroyo behind them, "there they go! That's your work, blockhead! Out of my way, or by God--" but the sentence was left unfinished as, joined by the sheriff, who had galloped up at the sound of the robbers' flight, he darted past the unconcerned Ezekiel.