 He don't understand you, Mr. Beecher. He's got to feel something this strong, lingo or no lingo. Now, boy, you listen to me. What's the matter with him? He's afraid of you. Mr. Beecher? Mr. Beecher? What do you want? It's Indians, Mr. Beecher. Indians? Ponies. Well, what about them? Well, they're setting up camp. Where? Over on the east range. So they finally come for the boy. All right, Tater. Yes, sir. Turn the men out. Make sure they all have rifles. Yes, sir. Now, wait a minute. What?