"But, why are they hanging back so?"
"Dey ain't hangin' pack—dey hang forward. I dinks Katrina ish lookin' fur de cow, Sebastian ish lookin' fur Katrina, and te cow ish lookin' fur me, and we ish lookin' fur all dem, and so we all keeps lookin'—yaw! yaw!"
"It seems to me we may as well wait here till they come—there ain't any other way they can get to the settlement is there?"
"Yaw."
"How?"
"Dey kin go down into Mexico, and den come round frough de Mulf of Gexico, and come dat way—but den it ish furder dan dis way isn't?"
"Is there any other straight path?"
"Dey kin go on t'oder sight de creek."
"I didn't know there was another path. Just as like as not they have taken that and are several miles ahead."
"I don't dinks so."