"Turn around an' hit th' back trail," ordered Red. "No back talk!"
"I'll bust you wide open, someday, you red-headed wart!" threatened Dan, shaking his fist at the grinning line man. "That's a h—l of a thing to do, that is!"
"Shut up an' go home. Ain't you got enough?" shouted Red.
"Just wait, you half-breed!" yelled Ed Joyce.
"That's two with th' waiting habit," laughed Johnny.
"What do—" began Chick, stepping forward.
"Shut up! Who told you to open yore face!" cried Red, savagely. "Get home! G'wan!"
"Walk, you coyotes, walk!" exulted Johnny.
He and his companion watched the three angry punchers stride off towards the H2 and then Red told Johnny to ride west while he, himself, would go east to help his friends if they should need him. They had just begun to separate when Johnny uttered a shout of joy. Antonio had joined the trio of walkers and they were pulling him from his horse. He waved his arms excitedly, but Chick had him covered. Dan and Ed were already on the animal and they quickly pulled Chick up behind them, narrowly watching the Mexican all the while. The horse fought for some time and then started south, the riders shouting while Antonio, still waving his arms, plodded homeward on foot.
Great joy filled Johnny's heart as he gloated over the Mexican's predicament. "Hoof it, you greasy snake! Kick up th' dust, you lazy lizard!"