"Ye won't let me help ye?"
"No, go home and disband your men."
"May they keep the rig?"
"If you won't go on a raid."
"I'll not, unless you need me, John Graham," cried the mountaineer grasping again his young leader's hand.
"All right. I can trust you. Keep their costumes in your house under lock and key until I call for them."
As Dan turned slowly through the door he drawled over his shoulder: "You'll need 'em "purty quick!"
