"Yep," said Buck One, "never seen that young feller when he looked more like he wouldn't give a whoop in hell to change places with anybody."
As O'Flynn, back from his chase, hoarse and puffing, stopped suddenly:
"Be the Siven! Father Brachet said the little divil 'd be coming back to Howly Cross!"
"Where's that?"
"Lower River camp."
"Gold there?"
"No."
"Then you're talking through your hat!"
"Say, Potts, where in hell is he goin'?"
"Damfino!"