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"What you zay, Kelly, is shust what I zay." "Furthermore, however, sergeant, it might be right and is the way of duty, to call up Smith and make him testify as to what he knows of this business, whether it be murder, or meant for murder." "Cock your beece, Kelly." Both men cocked their pieces.
Then, banging his mule with his heels, he splashed up to Thurstane with the explanation, "Liftinant, they're the same bloody naygurs. Wan av um made a poke at me, Liftinant." "Load your beece!" ordered Sergeant Meyer sternly, "und face the enemy." By this time there was a fierce confusion of plungings and outcries.
"Acquit yourselves like men!" exhorted Aunt Maria, dropping back into her stronghold among the bedding. Sergeant Meyer now approached Thurstane, touched his cap, and said, "Leftenant, here is brifate Sweeny who has not fired his beece once. I cannot make him fire." "How is that, Sweeny?" demanded the officer, putting on the proper grimness. "Why haven't you fired when you were ordered?"
"Schmidt, stand berfectly still," said Meyer in his softest fluting. "Kelly has his beece aimed at your head. If you stir hant or foot, you are a kawn koose." Texas Smith was too old a borderer to attempt to draw his weapons while such a man as Kelly was sighting him at ten feet distance. "Play yer hand, sergeant," he said; "you've got the keerds."
"Load your beece," ordered Sergeant Meyer, "and go to your bost again, to the left of Shupert." The fact of Sweeny's opening fire did not cause a resumption of the close fighting. Quiet still continued, and the leaders of the expedition took advantage of it to discuss their situation, while the Indians gathered into little groups and seemed also to be holding council.
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