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"I tell ye, ef I could git a glimpse o' the man ez stole that thar horse, it would go powerful hard with me not to let daylight through him. I brung this hyar shootin'-iron along o' purpose. Waal, waal, though, seein' ez ye air the sheriff, I'll hev ter leave it be ez you-uns say. I wouldn't know the man from Adam; but ye can't miss the critter, big chestnut, with a star in his forehead, an'"
'I stopped here to get water for this steam man, as we call him. You know anything that travels by steam must have the water to generate it. 'I say, younker, I don't want none of yer big words to me. Ef I h'ar any more, b'ars and bufflers, ef I don't crack yer over the head with Sweetlove, my shootin'-iron, so mind what yer say, fur I won't stand no nonsense.
Pausing a second, he glanced around, and exclaimed, in terror: "As sure as heaven, they are heading toward this point." Kent commanded, in a whisper: "Get your shootin'-iron ready, and be ready yourself. They're comin' in below us." The savages had landed a few hundred yards down-stream, and seemed to suspect the presence of no one. Suddenly one of them uttered a loud whoop.
"I'm wholly tired o' makin' trail for these gentlemen behind" the howling of the wolves was still to be heard pretty frequently "without a shootin'-iron of any kind at all." "It seems to me we're pretty well met, then," said Dick, with a smile, "for I want what you've got, and you want what I've got." "Well, I was kind o' figurin' on it that sort of a way myself," admitted Jim.
"If they'd only keep thar till arter sundown," mutters Wilder, "especially him on yur hoss, I ked settle the hul bizness. This hyar gun the doc presented to me air 'bout as good a shootin'-iron as I'd care to shet my claws on, an 'most equal to my own ole rifle. I've gin it all sorts o' trials, tharfor I know it's good for plum center at a hundred an' fifty paces.
Course he blamed me, but I didn't have any shootin'-iron then; my revolver, the white one, was stole from me a week before along with them same letters, I expect. I consider they was put there to lay the blame on me, an' it was a little overdone, most folks would think. Well, then your Da set Dick Pogue on me, an' I lost my farm that's all."
"Ye may have regular greenhorn's luck and pick up Flo afore ye cross the boundary, for she's that bold that when she gets lonesome o' stayin' thar she goes wanderin' out o' bounds." "Hev ye any weppin, any shootin'-iron about ye?" asked Tarbox, with a latent suspicion. The young man smiled, and again showed his empty belt. "None!" he said truthfully.
"You're not hurt, I hope?" asked Mr Meldrum, who with Frank had at once hurried to the American's side and taken hold of his hand to raise him up. "No, I guess not," replied Mr Lathrope slowly, getting up on to his feet and proceeding to feel himself carefully all over. "No, I ain't hurt; but I feels flummuxed by the durned old shootin'-iron.
He was, however, again victorious, and soon had the satisfaction of seeing his two antagonists stretched out in front of him, but as he expressed it, "I made my mind up I'd never fight nary nother grizzly without a good shootin'-iron in my paws."
Lower your shootin'-iron or I'll make daylight shine through you." "Plump him over, Peasley!" cried Bryant, "plump him over! You are not going to stand there and let him take me back to the fort, are you? You promised to protect me. Plump him over! put the dogs on him! Do something, and be quick about it." Bob bore himself with surprising courage during this trying ordeal.
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