Micah: I got visitors, Lucas.
Mark: I don't see nobody.
Micah: Just a case of the whips and jingles, sonny. I better be gettin' back to town.
Mark: What are the whips and jingles?
Micah: Oo, uh, animals of a sort, come in various shapes and sizes - pretty big, generally. Now, you wouldn't know it, but I got a big one sittin' on my shoulder right now … Saddle me a horse, Lucas.
Micah: It won't work, I tell ya. I've got to leave.
Lucas: Then start walkin'. You oughta make town by sun-up.