“Shortynevercouldropeahorsealone，“Iremarked。
TheVirginiangrinned。“Shorty？Well，ShortysoundsaswellasOunces。Butthatain’tthemistakeI’mthinkinghemade。“
Iknewthathewouldnottellme，butthatwasjustlikehim。Forthelasttwentyminutes，havingsomethingtodo，hehadbecomehimselfagain，hadcometoearthfromthatunsafecountryofthebrainwherebeckonedaspectralSteve。Nothingwasleftbutinhiseyesthatquestionwhichpainhadsetthere；andIwonderedifhisfriendofold，whoseemedsobraveandamiable，wouldhavedealthimthathurtatthesolemnendhadheknownwhatapoisonedwounditwouldbe。
Wecameoutonaridgefromwhichwecouldlookdown。“Youalwayswanttorideonhighplaceswhenthere’sfolksaroundwhoseintentionsain’tbeendeclared，“saidtheVirginian。Andwewentalongourridgeforsomedistance。Then，suddenlyheturneddownandguidedusalmostatoncetothetrail。“That’sit，“hesaid。
“See。“