"Well, you're in for a ride.

Have the men at Lone Tree by sundown; all of them.

See Duval first, an' tell him for me this is a big thing.

Now off with you!" The boy, grinning happily, swung his horse around, and, jabbing his sides with bare heels, rode madly away directly south across the vacant land.
Within five minutes he had vanished down a sharp incline.

Farrell was still staring after him, when I asked: "What is it ?" "A little bit of private war," he said grimly.