Boss Val put little 'volver pistol away and unsling gun; pretend to shoot um." I did as Joeboy suggested, and the man went down upon his knees and laid his forehead upon the earth.

I needed no telling what to say next.
"Get up! Trek!" I shouted as fiercely as I could.

The man leaped to his feet and urged the bullocks on, while the driver on the box made his great two-handed whip crack loudly in the quiet of the morning.

The actions of these two being taken up by the men with the wagons behind, the bullocks for a time went on at the rate of quite another half-mile an hour extra.
"Um!" ejaculated Joeboy, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes; "rifle gun reach long way.

Boss Val see boy not driving well, pretend to send bullet in um head, and make um jump along.