Come on, boys--let's pull out, away from all these lunatics.

I hate to see them get stung, but I don't see what we can do about it--only, if they come around asking me what I think of that land, I'm going to tell 'em." "And then they'll ask you why you took claims up there, and you'll tell 'em that, too--will you ?" The Native Son turned and smiled at him ironically.
That was it.

They could not tell the truth without harming their own cause.

They could not do anything except stand aside and see the thing through to whatever end fate might decree.

They thought that Irish and the Native Son were foolish to take Chip's team and drive those women fifteen miles or so that they might seize upon land much better left alone; but that was the business of Irish and the Native Son, who did not ask for the approval of the Happy Family before doing anything they wanted to do.
The Happy Family saddled and rode back to the claims, gravely discussing the potentialities of the future.