"Perhaps we have, perhaps we haven't."
"Do not be sassy or——"
"You'll march away from this or I'll shoot; them's my orders."
Zeb saw that the man would not allow him to pass, and he was at his wits' end to know what to do.
As good fortune would have it, who should pass but Eben.
"Eben, I want you."
"Is that you, Zeb?"
"It is."
"What do you want?"
"You."