They realized, too, what it meant to have the Old Man absent at this time--worse, to have him lying in a hospital, likely to die at any moment; what it meant to have the whole responsibility shifted to their shoulders, willing though they might be to bear the burden; what it meant to have the general of an army gone when the enemy was approaching in overwhelming numbers.
Pink, when they were descending the first slope of the bluff which was the southern rim of Flying U coulee, turned and glared vindictively back at the wavering, gray blanket out there to the west.

When he faced to the front his face had the look it wore when he was fighting.
"So help me, Josephine!" he gritted desperately, "we've got to clean the range of them Dots before the Old Man comes back, or--" He snapped his jaws shut viciously.
Weary turned haggard eyes toward him.
"How ?" he asked simply.

And Pink had no answer for him..