And now with a shout the cowboys made their rush, only to halt as Dan'l reappeared at the window, covering them again with his revolvers.
"So, you defils--make a listen to me," he called.

"I am experiencing a goot-bye to you, who are jackals unt imitation men unt haf no goot right to be alive.

Also if I see any of you de next time, I vill shoot first unt apologise at der funeral.

I haf no more monkey business mit you voteffer; so keep vere you are until I am gone, unt you vill be safeness." He slowly backed away from the window, and so thoroughly cowed was the group of ruffians that the old fiddler had been lifted hastily into the automobile before the cowboys mustered courage to leap through the window and search in the darkness for their revolvers, which lay scattered widely upon the ground.
Wampus, chuckling gleefully, jerked the hoods off his glaring searchlights, sprang to his seat and started the machine down the road before the crack of a single revolver was heard in protest.

The shots came thicker after that, but now the automobile was bowling merrily along the road and soon was out of range.
"De road iss exceptionalment goot," remarked Dan'l.