"I don't care if there are five thousand," said Beecher hoarsely. "I say it shall not go on."
"I thought I was to do the brag and bullying, lad?"
"Will you stand by me?" panted Beecher.
"Of course."
"Your gun is loaded?"
"Yes."
"Jerry—Joe."
"Yes, sir," said the former sharply, and his companion's lips moved.
"You have the revolvers?"
"Yes, sir."