Three that must of been up to some pertic'ler deviltry of their own come galloping acrost the square to ketch up with the main bunch.

Two was quite a bit ahead of the third one, and he yelled to them to wait.

But they only laughed and rode harder.
And then fur some fool reason that last feller pulled up his hoss and stopped.

He stopped in the road right in front of me, and wheeled his hoss acrost the road and stood up in his stirrups and took a long look at that blaze.

You'd 'a' said he had done it all himself and was mighty proud of it, the way he raised his head and looked back at that town.