They looked sheepish and nodded negatively in answer to the look of inquiry in his eyes.

"They ain't got 'em yet," remarked Red slowly.

Hopalong straightened up, his eyes narrowed and his face became hard and resolute as he led the way back toward the town.
Buck rode up beside him and, wiping his face with his shirt sleeve, began to speak to Red.

"We might look up th' Joneses, Red.

They had been dodgin' th' sheriff purty lively lately, an' they was huntin' Hopalong.
Ever since we had to kill their brother in Buckskin they has been yappin' as how they was goin' to wipe us out.