You think you can sneak out here before I'm out of my bed in the mornin', an' hang one of my own cowboys--as good a man as ever throwed a rope, too.

Without sayin' a word to me, you come crawlin' right into my own corral, an' start to raisin' hell.

I'm here to tell you that you can't do it.

You can't do it because I won't let you." The men, with downcast eyes, sat on their horses, ashamed.

Two or three muttered approval.