Nobody does, unless it's like Thermopylae and the Alamo." "Then what are we going to do ?" continued Billy in his disappointed tone.
"I think, Billy, that Harry and I are going to dismount, slip down the mountainside, see what we can see, hear what we can hear, and that you'll stay here, holding and guarding the horses until we come back." "I won't!" exclaimed Billy in violent indignation.

"I won't, Cousin George.

I'm going down the mountain with you an' Mr.Kenton." "Now, Billy," said Dalton soothingly, "you've got a most important job here.

You're the reserve, and you also hold the means of flight.

Suppose we're pursued hotly, we couldn't get away without the horses that you'll hold for us.