"Go on, Bud, with the chorus." "Jerusalem, Jerusalem, Lift up your gates and sing." "Lift up your hands damn quick!" mimicked a voice just behind.

"If yuh ain't got anything to do but lay in the shade of a rock and yawp, we'll borrow your cayuses.

You ain't needin' 'em, by the looks!" They squirmed around until they could stare into two black gun-barrels--and then their hands went up; their faces held a particularly foolish expression that must have been amusing to the men behind the guns.
One of the gun-barrels lowered and a hand reached out and quietly took possession of Tamale's reins; the owner of the hand got calmly into Bob's saddle.

Bob gritted his teeth.

It was evident their movements had been planned minutely in advance, for, once settled to his liking, the fellow tested the stirrups to make sure they were the right length, and raising his gun pointed it at the two in a business-like manner that left no doubt of his meaning.