After a minute of consultation a single horseman rode to the bank of the stream.
"You over there," he shouted.
"It's dad," said Lee.
"You'd better surrender peaceable. We've come to git you alive or dead," shouted Snaith.
"What do you want us for?" asked Prince.
"You know well enough what for. You killed one of my punchers."
Clanton groaned. "Only one?"
"An' another may die any day. Come out with yore hands up."
"We'd rather stay here, thank you," Billie called back.
Snaith leaned forward in the saddle. "Is that you over there, Lee?"