Whether he would or no, he had got them in several feet of good scene before he saw them and stopped his camera.

He shouted, but they came on headlong, slipping and sliding in the loose snow.

There could be no doubt that they were headed straight for the group and felt that their business was urgent, so Luck stepped out from behind the rocks and started toward them, motioning for them to keep out, away from the cattle.
"Better let me git in the lead right now," Applehead advised hastily, and jumped in front of Luck as the two came lunging up.

"I know these here _hombres_, to my sorrer, too, now I'm tellin' yuh!" But Luck, feeling that his leadership might as well be established then as any time, pushed the old man back.
"What you want ?" he demanded of the foremost who rode up.

"Didn't you hear me tell you to keep out around the cattle ?" "_Adonde va V con mi vaca_ ?" snapped the first rider in high-keyed Spanish.
"My brother say where you go with our cattle ?" interrupted the other one, evidently proud of his English.
"I know what he said," Luck snubbed this one bluntly.