It they get it in their minds that a man is _loco_, an' pertected by spirits, an' that sort o' thing, they won't fight him, fer fear o' gettin' the worst of it.

That's about why we got out of there, I reckon.

They'd a-took our hosses an' our guns an' our meat, an' been blame apt not to a-fergot our hair, too, if they hadn't got the idee that Juan was too much fer 'em.

I'll bet they won't come down in there again in a hundred years'" "I felt sad for them," said Franklin soberly.
Curly smiled slowly.

"Well, Cap," said he, "they's a heap o' things out in this here country that seems right hard till you git used to 'em.