We can't let you delay us." "I shall not stir a step," declared the fellow, grimly.
"Oh, yes, you will." "Not if you kill me for refusing.

If you wish to take me anywhere, Gringos, you will have to carry me every step of the way." "We won't carry you, either," Tom continued, coolly.

"Gato, a few moments ago, you had the whip-hand.

Now, we're carrying the whip.

We don't want any nonsense.