"And I'm going to tell the bunch what you said.

I bet the bunch'll make you hard to ketch, you--you son-agun!" "Here! You come back here, young man!" H.J.Owens reached over and caught Silver's bridle.

"You don't go home till I let you go; see.
You're going right along with me, if anybody should ask you.

And you ain't going to talk like that either, now mind!" He turned his pale blue eyes threateningly upon the Kid.

"Not another word out of you if you don't want a good thrashing.