"Bet he sneaked up on him," joshed Buck Peters; "did yu ask his pardin, Skinny?" "Ask nuthin'," remarked Red, "he jest nachurly walks up to C 80 an' sez, 'Kin I have the pleasure of ventilatin' yu? an' C So he sez, 'If yu do it easy like, sez he. Didn't he, Thompson?" "They'll be some ventilatin' under th' table if yu fellows don't lemme alone; I'm hungry," complained Skinny.

"I'm sure I thought he'd got lots of air to breathe," said Jim, wofully gazing at his victim, while Matty's tears bedewed it; "there's holes enough in my jacket to make it as ventilatin' as a' ash-sifter, an' it was awful mean in him to up an' die on me that way. An', Matty, I wish I hadn't brought him, for him to go an' disappint you like this.

As the coin went up the gun whirled over. Then came the whiz of the coin as it cut through space. "About seventy-five shots like that and I'm broke," laughed Cheyenne. "Anybody's hat need ventilatin'?" "Not this child's," asserted Lon Pelly. "I sailed my hat for him onct. It was a twenty-dollar J.B., when I sailed it. When it hit it sure wouldn't hold water. Six holes in her and three shots."