If we can't hold 'em back from takin' what little range is left, this outfit's going under.

We got to hold 'em, by golly, er there won't be no more Flying U." "Well," said Andy Green quietly, "that's all right.

We're going to hold 'em." The Old Man lifted his bent head and looked from one to another.

Pride shone in his eyes, that had lately stared resentment.

"Yuh know, don't yuh, the biggest club they can use ?" He leaned forward a little, his lips working under his beard.
"Sure, we know.