“Did you see them?” Philip asked.
“Passed ’em as I was goin’ back, and circled round to get ahead of ’em.”
“What sort of a man is this Neighbors?”
“Minin’ man, is what he lets on to be.”
“Straight or crooked?”
“You can’t prove nothin’ by me. But if I was you-all, I’d try to make out to lose him and his pardners in the shuffle somewheres betwixt here and wherever it is you’re a-headin’ for. I shore would.”
“Have they horses?” Bromley inquired.
“Yep; and three jacks, packed same as yourn.”
“Then they can’t make any better time than we can,” Philip put in.
“That depends on how much time yuh make and how much yuh lose. But that don’t make no difference. They can trail yuh, if yuh don’t figger out some trick to throw ’em off.”