The way--" "I don't like anything about 'em," snapped Luck, standing in his stirrups as though that extra three inches would let him see over the hill.

"And I don't like this tagging along behind, either.

You take your boys and follow those tracks to the right, Applehead.

I and my bunch will go this other way.

And RIDE! We can't be so awfully much behind.
If they meet, we'll meet where they do.