And having spoken them he moved straight forward with the moonlight on his face till he stood practically among the rough crowd.
They opened out to receive him, almost as if at a word of command.

And Buckskin Bill, with his head high and his blue eyes flaming, went straight into them with the gait of a conqueror.
Suddenly, with a passionate gesture, he stopped, flinging up his empty right hand.

"Well, boys, well?
What's the verdict?
I'm in your hands." And a great hoarse roar of enthusiasm went up as they closed around him that was like the bursting asunder of mighty flood-gates.

They surged about him.

They lifted him on their shoulders.