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But your brother's the feller that you've got to watch clostest when he's settin' in front o' you with one little pair. He's the feller that's most likely to know all you know about the cards and what he knows besides. They've bin skinnin' one another so long that they'll be as anxious to git at your fresh young blood as a New Orleans skeeter is to sink into a man just from the North."
He's close, Dave Harum is," said Chet with a convincing motion of the head; "on the hull, the clostest man I ever see. I believe," he averred, "that if he was to lay out to keep it shut that lightnin' might strike him square in the mouth an' it wouldn't go in an eighth of an inch. An' yet," he added, "he c'n talk by the rod when he takes a notion."
Hannibal looked up into his face, and yielded the piece without a word. Carrington balanced it on his big, muscular palm. "I reckon it can shoot these old guns are hard to beat!" he observed. "She's the clostest shooting rifle I ever sighted," said Hannibal promptly. "You had ought to see the judge shoot her my! he never misses!" Carrington laughed.
"The clostest shooting rifle you ever sighted eh?" he repeated. "Why, aren't you afraid of it?" "No," said Hannibal scornfully. "But she kicks you some if you don't hold her right." There was a rusty name-plate on the stock of the old sporting rifle; this had caught Carrington's eye. "What's the name here? Oh, Turberville."
Then he made count of certain silver and copper coins which he had in his other pocket. Satisfied that he had sustained no loss, he again climbed to the top rail of the fence where he seated himself with an elbow resting on one knee and his chin in the palm of his hand. "I got ten dollars and seventy cents yes, sir and the clostest shooting rifle I ever tossed to my shoulder."
Them Injuns fixed up an ambushment, blazed in a volley at the clostest sort o' range, and followed it up with a tomahawk and knife rush, lessen that there Afrikin was too plumb daddled to tell any truth, whatsomedever. And, spite of all this here rampaging, they never drawed a single drop o' blood in the whole enduring scrimmage! Mighty cur'is, that; ain't it, now?
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