You kin bet on that.

They 'll give you a chance down below to fight out your quarrel with Farnham." Winston, his quick rage as instantly fading, drew one hand across his face, the real danger of his present situation flowing back suddenly to mind.
"Where do you mean to take us ?" he questioned.
"San Juan." "Right away ?" "Wal, 'bout as soon as we kin git you back ter whar the hosses are, yonder." "You promise us protection from that 'Independence' outfit ?" The sheriff nodded decisively.
"Never lost no prisoner yet to a mob," he replied confidently.

"I reckon thar'll be one hell of a fight before I do now.

However, you don't need to worry, young man.

On second thought, I 'll have the hosses brought over here, an' we 'll go down this trail." Winston glanced about into the faces of Hicks and the Swede.