Word passed that there were other fords a few miles higher up.

A general indecision existed, and now the train began to pile up on the south bank of the river.
Late in the afternoon the scout, Jackson, came riding back to the herd where Banion was at work, jerking up his horse in no pleased frame of mind.
"Will," said he, "leave the boys ride now an' come on up ahead.

We need ye." "What's up ?" demanded Banion.

"Anything worse ?" "Yes.

The old fool's had a row over the ferryboat.