But we'll try it." "What's up?
What did yuh see ?" Pink and Weary spoke in a duet, urging their horses a little closer.
"You fellers keep back thar 'n' don't act excited!" Applehead eyed them sternly over his shoulder.

"I calc'late we're just about t' walk into a trap." He bent--on the side away from the ridge--low over his horse's shoulder and spoke while he appeared to be scanning the ground.

"I seen gun-shine up among them rocks, er I'm a goat.

'N' if it's Navvies, you kin bet they got guns as good as ours, and kin shoot mighty nigh as straight as the best of us--except Lite, uh course, that's a expert." He pointed aimlessly at the ground and edged toward the draw.
"Ef they think we're jest follerin' a stray track, they'll likely hold off till we git back in the trail 'n' start comin' on agin," he explained craftily, still pointing at the ground ahead of him and still urging his horse to the draw.

"Ef they suspicion 't we're shyin' off from the ridge, they'll draw a fine bead 'n' cut loose.