“Do?” cried Bushrod. “Send the miserable rascal back, with our compliments to his colonel.”
“Try it!” said Basil, sullenly.
“Well, and what if we do try it?” said Bushrod, flushing angrily at the other's tone and manner.
“Try it!” repeated Basil doggedly.
But Stephen shook his head slowly. “We're two hundred miles from Fort Laramie,” he said.
“You can keep on. I'll take him back myself, and join you in Salt Lake,” said Bushrod.
“No, if one goes back, all must go back.”
“Well, then, none will go, Steve, you know that.”
“But what about the two half-breeds and the deserter?” asked Stephen, with a troubled frown.
“I expect they'll accompany us into Salt Lake,” said Bushrod, with a shrewd smile. Then he turned on his cousin.