Stand back now; all of you--yes, get out into that barroom.

I mean you, Mike! This man is my prisoner, and, by God, I'll defend him.

Ay! I'll do more, I'll let him defend himself.

Here, Westcott, pick up your gun on the floor.

Now stand here with me! We're going out through that bunch, and if one of those coyotes puts a paw on you, let him have it." The crowd made way, reluctantly enough, growling curses, but with no man among them sufficiently reckless to attempt resistance.