“Boys, she is our game.”
“Ten to one!”
“Where did you see her, old covey?”
“Oh, way back here, heap of a ways. She hid when I kem ’long, and I didn’t let on thet I see’d her.”
“She’s the one. Old man, we are sent out to capture that woman. She’s a spy. Can you show us where you saw her?”
“She a spy,” grasped the disguised scout.
“Can you guide us to her?” asked the officer, growing impatient.
“Can I? O’ coorse I can. The way is as plain as the road to Ann Mayhesters’. You——”
“Then lead us to her if you value your life, old man.”
“Yes—yes!” mumbled the other; “only it’s a heap of a road, and I’m not very fast. Can’t I jess get a lift ’hind one of you fellers?”