But you forget about our hosses.
Thar's only two left alive--yours and myen.

All the rest air shot or stampedoed.

Thurfor, but two o' us would stand a chance o' gettin' clar, an' it slim enough." "You are right, Walt; I did not think of that I won't forsake the men, even if assured of my own safety--never!" "Nobody as knows you, Frank Hamersley, need be tolt that." "Boys!" cries out Hamersley, in a voice that can be heard all through the corral; "I needn't tell you that we're in a fix, and a bad one.
There's no help for us but to fight it out.

And if we must die, let us die together." A response from eight voices coming from different sides--for those watching the movements of the enemy are posted round the enclosure-- tells there is not a craven among them.

Though only teamsters, they are truly courageous men--most of them natives of Kentucky and Tennessee.
"In any case," continues the owner of the caravan, "we must hold our ground till night.