ONE:"The masters are good," Cadnan said stolidly into the silence. "They let me work.""There goes some men for the ferry now. Why can't we go with them?" persisted the boy.
"Yours, for example," promptly responded Shorty, sending out his mighty right against the man's head."We salted one of 'em, anyway," chuckled Shorty, as he raised on his knee to reload his gun."Shan't I shoot him?" asked the nervous little Pete, lifting his gun to his face."Come on, boys," yelled Shorty to the others. "Go ahead. We're almost through, and then we'll salivate them whelps of damnation."