"
"Probably he thought there wouldn't be any chance of our catching
him when we were reduced to walk."
"It's likely you're right, Ben, and I ought to have thought of that.
I jest wish I could set eyes on the critter at this particular
minute. To treat us that way after our kindness, that's what riles
me."
"What shall we do, Jake?"
"That's to be considered. Blamed if I know, unless we foot it, and
that will be no joke, over these hills and through these forests."
"We may come upon their track, and overtake them when they are not
expecting it."
"I wish we might," said Bradley, the lines about his mouth
tightening. "I'd give 'em a lesson."
"They are two men," said Ben thoughtfully, "and we are only a man
and a boy."
"That is so, Ben; but I'll match you against Hadley. He don't amount
to a row of pins; and if I can't tackle Bill Mosely, then I'll never
show myself in 'Frisco again."
"I don't mind so much the loss of the mustangs," said Ben, "but I'm
sorry that we shall be delayed in our search for Richard Dewey."
"That's bad, too. I expect that nice young lady in 'Frisco is
a-waitin' anxiously to hear from him. Plague take that rascal
Mosely!" he broke out, in fresh exasperation.
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