"Well, I'll tell you some news. One of your partners got away."
That was good.
"How do you know?" we all three asked.
"I met him, back on the trail, with two new kids."
"Which one was he? What did he look like?"
"A young lad, dressed like you. Carried a bow and arrow."
"Brown eyes and big ears?"
"Brown eyes, I reckon. Didn't notice his ears."
That must have been Jim Bridger.
"Who were the two fellows?"