saan some specimens of what he kin do. Rocks don't make no difference to
him. When he gits on the track of a wild bird, if it don't take extra
pains to dodge and double, he'll foller its trail through the air. Oh,
he's there all the time, and the wonder with me is that he hasn't turned
up before."

"What would he have done had he come along and found us both in the cave,
and the Apaches watching?"

"He would have tracked that wolf back to his hole, come in and fetched us
out, and then slipped up behind the six, and tumbled them all in like so
many tenpins."

"If he's such a wonderful man as that, it's a pity we couldn't have kept
him with us all the time, and if we do run against him, we can afford to
stop thinking about Apaches, as they will be of no account."

"Yees are right; but the trouble is to find him, as the man said when the
British Government condemned John Mitchel, and him thousands of miles away
in Ameriky. This thramping about at night in the mountains isn't the
aisiest way to diskiver a man, and it's him that will have to find us,
instead of we him. But we'll keep it up."

If the Apache mustang which they were riding meditated any mischief, he
seemed to be of the opinion that the occasion was not the most suitable.
He walked along with great docility and care, picking his way with a skill
that was wonderful. Several times they approached places where it seemed
impossible for an equine to go forward, but the horse scarcely hesitated,
toiling onward like an Alpine chamois, until, at last, they drew up in a
small valley, through the middle of which ran a small stream, that