“What is it?”
“We’re all alike in this ugly business—in the same boat. It don’t matter who contrived it, or who fixed the rope. We all agreed to it. Is that not so?”
“Yes, all. I for one acknowledge it.”
“And I!”
“And I!”
All six give their assent, showing at least loyalty to one another.
“Well, then,” continues Randall, “we must be true to each other. We must swear it, and now, before going further. I propose we all take an oath.”
“We’ll do that. You, Randall, you repeat it over, and we’ll follow you.”
“Head your horses round, then, face to face.”
The horses are drawn into a circle, their heads together, with muzzles almost touching.