He led them back a few paces--Weary, Cal, Big Medicine and Slim, and spoke hurriedly.

The Native Son eyed them sidelong from his horse, but he was careful to keep Oleson covered with his gun--and the herders too, although they were unarmed.

Once or twice he glanced at that long, ungainly figure in the grass with the handkerchief of Andy Green hiding the face except where a corner, fluttering in the faint breeze which came creeping out of the west, lifted now and then and gave a glimpse of sunbrowned throat and a quiet chin and mouth.
"Quit that blubbering, Oleson, and listen here." Andys voice broke relentlessly upon the other's woe.

"All these boys want to hang yuh without any red tape; far as I'm concerned, I'm dead willing.

But we're going to give yuh a chance.