"You get along an' tell him what's doing out here," ordered Red. "Go lively!"
"Reckon I'd better stay an' give you a hand; you'll need it before long," Billy replied.
"You know what Hopalong said, don't you?" blazed Red. "What do you think me an' th' Kid are made of, anyhow? You go on, an' quick!"
"Send Johnny," Billy suggested, hopefully.
"Why, you coyote!" cried Johnny, excitedly. "Th' idea! You go on!"
"Yo're a pair of hogs," grumbled Billy, riding off. "I'll get square, someday. Hope they lick you!"
"Run along, little boy," jeered Johnny. "Oh, gee! Here they come!" he cried as Billy rode behind the chaparral. "Look at 'em!"
"Let 'em come!" cried Billy, returning. "We'll lick 'em!"
"Get out of here!" shouted Red, drawing his Winchester from its sheath. "For G-d's sake, do what yo're told! Want to let Meeker win out?"
"Nope; so long," and Billy galloped away.