I leaned my rifle against a tree, walked over to where my bed was lying, and, happening to rummage in it for something, I found the whisky flask was empty.

I turned on him at once and accused him of having drunk it, to which he merely responded by asking what I was going to do about it.

There did not seem much to do, so I said that we would part company--we were only four or five days from a settlement--and I would go in alone, taking one of the horses.

He responded by cocking his rifle and saying that I could go alone and be damned to me, but I could not take any horse.

I answered "all right," that if I could not I could not, and began to move around to get some flour and salt pork.