_Thirty_ men with guns would be considerable of a proposition to buck against, so we didn't try it.

They took us out of the wagon, and they pinted us down the road, steering us fur a country schoolhouse which was, I judged from their talk, about a quarter of a mile away.

They took us silent, fur after we found they didn't answer no questions we quit asking any.

We jest walked along, and guessed what we was up against, and why.

Daddy Withers, he trailed along behind.