It's simple as A B C, now that you know it's there.

They can't beat you, and you don't require a word of testimony from me.

But that poor girl needs me,--she's almost crazed by this thing,--and I 'm going with her, if I have to fight my way out from here with a rifle.

That's the whole of it--either you give me those horses, or I 'll take them." Old Hicks looked into the grim face fronting him so threateningly, the complete situation slowly revealing itself to his mind.
"Great Guns!" he said at last, almost apologetically.

"Yer need n't do nothin' like that.