Fred took a short quick step forward.

Will followed, and Brown reached for the rifle again.

But I stopped all three of them.
"Come back! Don't let's be fools!" I insisted.

"I never saw a more obvious effort to start trouble in my life! It's a trap! Keep out of it!" "Sure enough," Will admitted.

"You're right!" He returned into the tent and the Greeks, perhaps supposing he went for weapons, retreated, continuing to shout abuse at Brown who, between a yearning to get drunk and sorrow for his stolen cattle, was growing tearful.
"They got here first," I argued.