We can't fight the whole party.

Have you a gun with you ?" Jimmie nodded and laid a hand on his hip.
"I am unarmed," the other said, in a minute, "and so couldn't do much in a fight; so, perhaps I'd better go down and bring up the guards." "Just the thing," whispered Jimmie.

"I'll remain with this gang of bandits and manage to leave a trail that can be followed if they leave the place.

Go on down an' bring the guards.

And," he added, a half smile on his anxious face, "don't forget to bring your drum." "My drum!" repeated the other, in amazement.