"I feel like cleaning out that bunch back there.

They'll have something to howl about when I get through!" "Stay back uh me, boys!" Applehead's voice had a masterful sharpness that made the three tighten reins involuntarily.

"You foller me and don't crowd up on me, neither.

Send back a shot or two if them Injuns gits too ambitious." The three fell in behind him without cavil or question.

He was in charge of the outfit, and that settled it.