That's good enough for a sheepherder," he suggested as a substitute.
Perhaps because the Native Son so seldom offered advice, and, because of his cool courage in interfering with Big Medicine at such a time, Bud's jaw relaxed and his pale eyes became more human in their expression.

He even permitted Miguel to remove the big, wicked Colt from his hand, and slide it into his own pocket; whereat the Happy Family gasped with astonishment.

Not even Pink would have dreamed of attempting such a thing.
"Well he's got to come out and take a lickin', anyway," shouted Big Medicine vengefully, and rode close enough to slap the canvas smartly with his quirt.

By all the gods he knew by name he called upon the offender to come forth, while the others drew up in a rude half-circle to await developments.

Heavy silence was the reply he got.