We got to clean out this gang." "Yes," replied Wid, "they'd better look out who's working on the dam.
It ain't all soldiers.

You can't tell a thing about where this is going to run to--they might blow out the dam, for all you can tell.
They ain't up in there for no good,--after the timber, likely.

I wonder how many there is of them." "I don't care how many there is," said Sim Gage simply.
Early as Gardner was, he was not the only traveler on the road.

As he approached Nels Jensen's gate he saw below that place on the road the light of a car traveling at speed.
He slid off his horse, tied the animal, and stood, rifle in hand, directly in front of the approaching vehicle.
"Halt!" he cried, and flung up his left hand high, the rifle held in his right, under his arm pit.
It was no enemy who now slowed down the car and cut out the lights.

A voice not unfamiliar called out, "What's wrong with you, man?
What do you want?
You trying to hold me up ?" "Is that you, Doc?
No one passes here.