"What do you mean?"
"This isn't very bad."
"Not very bad! Well, how much time do you want to put a track in here?"
Glover's eyes were roaming up and down the cañon. "How much can you give me?" he asked.
"Till to-night."
Glover looked at his watch. "Then get two hundred and fifty men in here inside of an hour."
"We've picked up about seventy-five section men so far, but there aren't two hundred and fifty men within a hundred miles."
Glover pointed north. "Ed Smith's got two hundred men not over three miles from here on the irrigation ditch."
"That only shows I've no business in this game," remarked Callahan, looking at Morris Blood. "This is where you take hold."
Blood nodded. "Leave that to me. Let's have the orders all at once, Ab. Say where you want headquarters."