Oh, never mind, I'm going along.

Do you hear ?" he shouted, his fists raised, "I'm going along, I tell you.
There ain't a man of you big enough to stop me.

Let's see you try and stop me going.

Let's see you once, any two of you." He filled the barroom with his clamor.
"Lord love you, come along, then," said the sheriff.
The posse rode out of Keeler that same night.

The keeper of the general merchandise store, from whom Marcus had borrowed a second pony, had informed them that Cribbens and his partner, whose description tallied exactly with that given in the notice of reward, had outfitted at his place with a view to prospecting in the Panamint hills.