Them four herders I'd know a mile off." "That ?" Weary shaded his eyes with his hat-brim, against the slant rays of the westering sun.

"That's Oleson, Dunk's partner." "His mother'd be a-weepin'," Big Medicine observed bodefully, "if she knowed what was due to happen to her son right away quick.

Must be him that done the shootin'." They came on steadily, the four herders and Oleson walking reluctantly ahead, with Andy Green and the Native Son riding relentlessly in the rear, their guns held unwaveringly in a line with the backs of their captives.

Andy was carrying a rifle, evidently taken from one of the men--Oleson, they judged for the guilty one.

Half the distance was covered when Andy was seen to turn his head and speak briefly with the Native Son, after which he lunged past the captives and galloped up to the waiting group.