That the Dane did not seem truly appreciative of the privilege was no fault of Big Medicine's, surely.
They went on, skidding the little building sledlike over the uneven prairie.

They took it down into Antelope Coulee and left it there, right side up and with not even a pane of glass broken in the window.
"There, darn yuh, live there awhile!" Andy gritted to when the timbers were withdrawn from beneath the cabin and they were ready to leave.

"You can't say we damaged your property--this time.

Come back, and there's no telling what we're liable to do." Since Big Medicine kept his gun, the Dane could do nothing but swear while he watched them ride up the hill and out of sight.
They made straight for the next interloper, remarking frequently that it was much simpler and easier to do their moving in daylight.

There they had an audience, for Florence Grace rode furiously up just as they were getting under way.