Fer one, I won't foller no Woodhull, least o' all Sam Woodhull, soldier or no soldier.

I'll pull out when I git ready, and to-morrow mornin' is soon enough fer me.

We kin jine on then, if so's we like." Someone turned on his elbow, nodded over shoulder.

They heard hoof beats.

Banion came up, fresh from his new work on the herd.