Thenhedroppedthepiecewithabitteroath，AndheturnedtohiscomradeDunn：
`Wearesold，’hesaid，`wearedeadmenboth，Buttheremaybeachanceforone；
I’llstopandI’llfightwiththepistolhere，Youtaketoyourheelsandrun。’
SoDunncreptoutonhishandsandkneesInthedim，half—dawninglight，Andhemadehiswaytoapatchoftrees，Andvanishedamongthenight，Andthetrackershuntedhistracksallday，Buttheynevercouldtracehisflight。
ButGilbertwalkedfromtheopendoorInaconfidentstyleandrash；