"I'm sorry I didn't lay him out on a board, dern him!"
"Yes, but you might as well let him have Alta."
"He can come back and take her any time he wants her, Duke."
The Duke seemed to reflect this simple exposition of Jedlick's present case.
"Yes, I guess that's so," he said.
For a mile or more there was no sound but the even swing of their horses' hoofs as they beat in the long, easy gallop which they could hold for a day without a break. Then Lambert:
"Plannin' to leave tonight, are you Taterleg?"
"All set for leavin', Duke."
On again, the frost-powdered grass brittle under the horses' feet.
"I think I'll pull out tonight, too."