I don't know what's the matter with that outfit down there.

They're plumb terrorised." That night a bunch of steers was stolen from the very corrals of the home ranch.

The home ranch was far north, near Fort Sherman itself, and so had always been considered immune from attack.

Consequently these steers were very fine ones.
For the first time Buck Johnson lost his head and his dignity.

He ordered the horses.
"I'm going to follow that -- -- into Sonora," he shouted to Jed Parker.
"This thing's got to stop!" "You can't make her, Buck," objected the foreman.