The rest of you had better sit down here and make a list of your losses, and you'll get whatever the fellow has upon him divided amongst you.

Then, because I ask you, and you'd have had nothing but for me, you'll put him in his wagon and turn him out quietly upon the prairie." "That's sense, and we don't want no circus here," said somebody.
A few voices were raised in protest, but when it became evident that one or two of the company were inclined to adopt more Draconic measures, Dane spoke quietly and forcibly, and was listened to.

Then Winston reached out and grasped the shoulder of the English lad, who made the last attempt to rouse his companions.
"Let them alone, Ferris, and come along.

You'll get most of what you lost back to-morrow, and we're going to take you home," he said.
Ferris turned upon him hoarse with passion, flushed in face, and swaying a trifle on his feet, while Winston noticed that he drew one arm back.
"Who are you to lay hands on a gentleman ?" he asked.

"Keep your distance.