They would try beyond a doubt, but more than one Lipan shook his head. The reputation of Murray as a slayer of game was too high to be questioned, and he had taught Steve Harrison like a father.
"Murray," said Steve, "do you mean that such a gap as that offers me a chance?"
"To get away?"
"Yes; that's what I'm thinking of."
"Can't say about that, my boy. Probably not. I don't believe it comes out on the western slope of the mountains."
"What do you want to try it for, then?"
"I don't exactly know. Game, perhaps. Then I want to teach you something more about mountains, and finding your way among them. More than that, I don't want to go the same way as any of the rest."
"I like that, anyhow. Seems as if I had ever so many questions to ask that I never felt like asking before."
"I never cared to answer any, Steve, when you did ask 'em—not so long as you and I were to be together. Now you're going away from me pretty soon, I don't mind telling some things."
"Going away? Do you mean to say you won't go too? Shall you stay and be a Lipan?"