Weary kicked his horse and started, then Pink did the same.

Andy beckoned again, more emphatically than before, and Big Medicine, who loved a fight as he loved to win a jackpot, turned and glared at the man in the doorway as he passed.

Slim was rumbling by-golly ultimatums in his fat chest when he came up.
"Pink, you go on back and put the boys next, when they come up with the drag they won't do anything much but hand out a few remarks and ride on." Andy said, in the tone of one who knows exactly what he means to do.

"This is my claim-jumper.

Chances are I've got three more to handle--or will have.