"To the Black Hills with your crowd–that is if I live to get there."
"Live! You haven't any thought of dying, have you? I never saw you look better."
"Then I'll make a healthy-looking corpse, Jack. For I tell you my time is nearly up; I've felt it in my bones this six months. I've seen ghosts in my dreams, and felt as if they were around me when I was awake. It's no use, Jack, when a chap's time comes he has got to go."
"Nonsense, Bill; don't think of anything like that. A long life and a merry one–that's my motto. We'll go out to the Black Hills, dig out our fortunes, and then get out of the wilderness to enjoy life."
"Boy, I've never known the happiness outside of the wilderness that I have in it. What you kill there is what was made for killing–the food we need. What one kills among civilization is only too apt to be of his own kind."
And Bill shuddered as if he thought of the many he had sent into untimely graves.
"Stuff, Bill! You're half crazed by your dramatic trip. You've acted so much, that reality comes strange. Let's go out to camp and have a talk about what is ahead of us."
"Not till I buy a horse, Jack. I want a good horse under me once more; I've ridden on cars and steamboats till my legs ache for a change."
"There's a sale's stable close by. Let's go and see what stock is there," said Sam Chichester.
"Agreed!" cried all hands, and soon Bill and his friends were at the stable, looking at some dozen or more horses which were for sale.