If he wanted the thing over quick, he was taking jest the way to warm 'em up to it.

But I don't think he was figgering on anything then, or had any plan up his sleeve.

He had made up his mind he was going to die, and he was so mad because he couldn't get in one good lick first that he was nigh crazy.

I looked to see him lose all sense in a minute, and rush amongst them guns and end it in a whirl.
But jest as I figgered he was on his tiptoes fur that, and was getting up my own sand, he throwed a look my way.

And something sobered him.