“Who says I cannot?”
“Bert Mason.”
“Who is he?”
“Why, he owns this pass.”
“Oh, he does, eh?” said Frank, with sarcasm. “He is a fortunate man, isn’t he? Suppose I do not prove myself?”
“Then ye can’t go out of here alive.”
“That is serious!”
“I reckon ye’ll find it so.”
“What will keep me from going out of here?”
“I reckon thar’s enough on us. We’ll riddle that go-cart of yours with rifle balls.”