were crawling toward him. "Glad to see you," he said, foolishly.
"I reckon so," came the smiling reply. "That lookin' glass of yourn shore bothered us. We could n't read it, but we did n't have to. Where are they?"
"Plumb ahead, som'ers. Four of 'em," Bill replied. "There 's two tender feet up on that ledge, with their sister. We was gettin' plumb worried for 'em."
"Not them as hired Whiskey Jeff for to guide 'em?" asked Dickinson, the leader.
"Th' same. But how 'n h—l did Logan ever come to let 'em start?" demanded Bill, angrily.
"We did n't pay no attention to th' rumors that has been flyin' around for th' last two months. Nobody had seen no signs of 'em," answered the Logan man. "We did n't reckon there was no danger till last night, when we learned they had n't showed up in Sharpsville, nor been seen anywheres near th' trail. Then we remembers Jeff's habits, an', while we debates it, we gets
