"What ye mean?"
"Ave a peep in the creek yonder. You'll see sharp enough what I mean."_
Another voice, dark and brooding, joined in:
_"Who stuck him?"
"The Genelman."
"What for?"
"Back-answerin him."_
A fourth voice, very black and bitter, flared up:
_"That's im!—bangs you up in the firin line, then sticks you if you look at him. If it's storm, we got to do it. If it's sally, we got to meet it. If it's neether, we got to set round and take Piper's pot- luck, while he and his chaps lay safe out o range and, shoots us if we bolt."
"Where's the good in boltin?" came the brooding voice. "Nowhere to bolt to. Jack Ketch's our only friend this side the water."_