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Y.D. ate with them , but the meal was served by the Chinese boy . In the yard all was jingling excitement . The men of the Y.D. were fraternally assisting Transley 's gang in hitching up and getting away , and there was much bustling activity to an accompaniment of friendly profanity . It was not yet six o'clock , but the sun was well up over the eastern ridges that fringed the valley , and to the west the snow-capped summits of the mountains shone like polished ivory . The exhilaration in the air was almost intoxicating . Linder quickly converted the apparent chaos of horses , wagons and implements into order ; Transley had a last word with Y.D. , and the rancher , shouting `` Good luck , boys ! Make it a thousand tons or more , '' waved them away .