So in its way the personal quarrel of these two hotheads did in a way involve the entire train.
"Strip yore man," commanded the tall mountaineer.

"We're ready.

It's go till one hollers enough; fa'r stand up, heel an' toe, no buttin' er gougin'.

Fust man ter break them rules gits shot.

Is that yore understandin', gentlemen.
"How we get it, yes," assented Kelsey.
"See you enforce it then, fer we're a-goin' to," concluded Jackson.
He stepped back.