"Come on," John panted, stumbling his way up the side of the mountain, "we ain't got much time!"

He'd been through this scenario before — one with Arthur, who'd passed a while back.

And John wasn't going to lose you, too.

Pinkertons swarmed the base of the mountain. He'd thought they were off of his trail forever, but he thought wrong.

"Push, come on..!" John shouted back again, making sure you were following him.