If they scatter, we'll have to scatter too, I reckon.

But get'em is the word, boys!" "And where," asked Applehead with heavy irony, while he pulled at his mustache, "do yuh calc'late we'll git t'gether agin if we go scatterin' out ?" Luck looked at him and smiled his smile.

"We aren't any of us tenderfeet, exactly," he said calmly.

"We'll meet at the jail when we bring in our men, if we don't meet anywhere else this side.

But if you land your men, come back to that camp where we lost the horses.