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The trail's a lane! the trail's a lane! / How comes it, pard of mine? / Within a day it slipped away / And hardly left a sign; / Badger Clark
The morning repast was over before John Carter could find opportunity to speak with Cogewea about having employed Alfred Densmore, the "tenderfoot. " The boys were at the barn, saddling their mounts preparatory to chasing the horses from the "wings" into the main corral. Carter still lingered at the house. The girl knew all too well what was brewing and had avoided meeting him the evening before. They met on the veranda and she was cornered. His clean shaven face appeared unusually stern as he spoke: