Before a man of the startled company could do more than gasp with astonishment, he had shaken himself free from those who held him, and, breaking the rope with which he was bound, as though it were twine, had leaped to the shepherd's side.
But it was useless.

For a moment, no one moved.

Then a crashing blow, from the butt of a rifle in the hands of a man in the rear of the two prisoners, sent Young Matt once more to the ground.
When he again regained consciousness, he was so securely bound, that, even with his great strength, he was helpless.
Leading their captives to the old tree, the men withdrew for a short consultation, and to refresh themselves with another drink.
When they had finished, Gibbs addressed the two friends; "We'uns didn't aim to hurt you, Young Matt, but seein' how you're so thick with this here feller, an' 'pear to know so much 'bout him, I reckon we can't hep ourselves nohow." He turned to the shepherd; "There's been too dad burned much funny work, at this ranch, since you come, Mister, an' we'uns 'low we'll just give warnin' that we don't want no more strangers snoopin' 'round this neighborhood, an' we don't aim t' have 'em neither.

We'uns 'low we can take care o' ourselves, without ary hep from th' dad burned government." The shepherd tried to speak, but Gibbs, with an oath, roared, "Shut up, I tell you.

Shut up.