You all played to find an old man alone, and do for him like you've done for others.

A fine lot you are, ten to one, and him not knowin' the woods." While he was speaking, the men slowly retreated, to gather about their big leader under the tree, two of them being assisted by their companions, and one other limping painfully.

Young Matt raised his voice, "I know you, Wash Gibbs, and I know this here is your dirty work.

You've been a braggin' what you'd do when you met up with me.

I'm here now.