It was a principle of his military training never to temporize with a mob--he would strike hard, but he must have sufficient force behind him.

He reined up before the seemingly deserted camp, his horse flung back upon its haunches, white foam necking its quivering flanks.
"Sergeant!" The sharp snap of his voice brought that officer forward on the run.

"Where are the men ?" "Playin' ball, most of 'em, sir, just beyond the ridge." "Are the horses out in herd ?" "Yes, sir." "Sound the recall; arm and mount every man; bring them into Glencaid on the gallop.

Do you know the old Shasta mine ?" "No, sir." "Half-way up the hill back of the hotel.

You 'll find me somewhere in front of it.