An' I seen afore now, no man can hold his place on the trail unless'n he's fatten.

We'll eleck Will Banion our cap'n, an' you fellers kin go to hell.

What us fellers started out to do was to go to Oregon." "But that'll mean the train's split!" "Shore hit will! Hit is split right now.

But thar's enough o' the Liberty wagons to go through without no help.

We kin whup all the rest o' this train, give we need ter, let alone a few Injuns now an' then.
"To-night," he concluded, "we'll head up the river, an' leave you fellers the boat an' all o' Papin's Ferry to git acrost the way you want.