You-all air gittin' foolish at the end of a long chase." "Thet's right, Colonel.

Hold 'em back.

There's nothin' shorer than somebody'll be stoppin' lead pretty quick.

He'll be huntin' us soon!" "Let's surround this corner an' starve him out." "Fire the brake." How clearly all this talk pierced Duane's ears! In it he seemed to hear his doom.

This, then, was the end he had always expected, which had been close to him before, yet never like now.
"By God!" whispered Duane, "the thing for me to do now--is go out--meet them!" That was prompted by the fighting, the killing instinct in him.