"We three are ridin' mighty good hoss flesh.

Me an' the sergeant have good rifles an' pistols, you have good pistols, an' we all have good, big overcoats.

This is a lonely mountain side with war flyin' all about us.

Easy's the place an' easy's the deed.

That is if we'd let 'em, which we ain't goin' to do." "Not by a long shot," said Sergeant Whitley, resting his rifle across the pommel of his saddle.