"You are a healthy specimen, you are.

You have the frame of a bull with the spirit of a coyote and the courage of a sucking dove.

Now--in your own vernacular--get a-goin'.

Vamoose! Get out! I want to talk to your superior over there." Sullenly Nick Cambert mounted his horse and turned away toward one of the trails leading out from the little arena.
"Come along, Joe!" he called to his follower.
"No, you don't," Patches cut in with decisive force.

"Joe, stay where you are!" Nick paused.