You won't let Nick get at me, will you, if I go ?" "Nobody can get at you, Joe, if you go with me, and do the square thing.
I'm going to take care of you myself, and help you to get out of this, and brace up and be a man.

Come on; let's be moving.

I'll turn this calf loose first, though." He was bending over the calf when a noise in the brush caused him to stand suddenly erect.
Joe was whimpering with terror.
Patches said fiercely, but in a low tone, "Shut up, and follow my lead.
Be a man, and I'll get you out of this yet." "Nick will kill us sure," whined Joe.
"Not if I get my hands on him first, he won't," retorted Patches.
But it was with a feeling of relief that the cowboy saw Phil Acton ride toward them from the shelter of the timber.
Before Patches could speak, Phil's gun covered him, and the foreman's voice rang out sharply.
"Hands up!" Joe's hands shot above his head.

Patches hesitated.
"Quick!" said Phil.
And as Patches saw the man's eyes over the black barrel of the weapon he obeyed.

But as he raised his hands, a dull flush of anger colored his tanned face a deeper red, and his eyes grew dark with passion.