The three stooped down to the spring, and as they rubbed off the paint they felt their right natures returning.
"I'm thankful I wuz born white," said Shif'less Sol. "Why, what is it, Henry?"
Henry Ware had raised his head in the attitude of one who listens. His eyes were intent and nostrils distended like those of a deer that suspects an enemy.
"We're followed," he said. "I thought we would be."
"Yellow Panther, uv course!" said Tom Ross, with emphasis.
"Of course! And like as not Braxton Wyatt is among those who are with him."
Sol Hyde looked at Henry. There was a queer light in the eyes of the shiftless one.
"Do we want 'em to ketch us?" he asked.
"I think we'd better wait and see."
It was in no tone of boasting that either spoke. Three borderers such as they could shake off the pursuit of any men who lived.