"Are yuh tryin' to mind my business?" he leered.
"When I mind somebody else's business," said the young stranger softly, "that somebody else isn't usually in business any moah."
Garvey caught the other's gaze and seemed to find something dangerous there, for he drew back a step, content with muttering oaths under his breath.
"What's the trouble?" the stranger asked Robbins quietly.
The youth seemed to know that he had found a friend, for he at once told the story of the ambushed stage.
"I came here for help," he concluded, "and was turned down. These men are afraid to go. My—my father's on that stage. Won't you help me?"
The stranger seemed to consider.
"Sho'," he drawled at length, "I'll throw in with you." He paused to face the gathered company. "And these othah men are goin' to throw in with yo', too!"
The men in the saloon stood aghast, open-mouthed. But they didn't hesitate long. When the stranger spoke again, his words came like the crack of a whip:
"Get yo' hosses!"