"Let's arm an' ride the trails an' meet these men half-way....

It won't help our side any to wait till you're shot in the back." More than one of Isbel's supporters offered the same advice.
"No; we'll wait till we know for shore," was the stubborn cattleman's reply to all these promptings.
"Know! Wal, hell! Didn't Jean find the black hoss up at Jorth's ranch ?" demanded Blaisdell.

"What more do we want ?" "Jean couldn't swear Jorth stole the black." "Wal, by thunder, I can swear to it!" growled Blaisdell.

"An' we're losin' cattle all the time.

Who's stealin' 'em ?" "We've always lost cattle ever since we started ranchin' heah." "Gas, I reckon yu want Jorth to start this fight in the open." "It'll start soon enough," was Isbel's gloomy reply.
Jean had not failed altogether in his tracking of lost or stolen cattle.