We swear it here on this spot.

_Swear_, Cal!" "Say," Billy called back to us, after adjusting his beard, "if anything comes of this,--rewards or anything,--first thing I'm goin' a' do--git me a good forty-four Colts.

You can't stop a man with this here little twenty-two, an' it's only a one-shot at that.

I'd be in a _nice_ hole sometime, wouldn't I, with my back up against a wall an' six or seven of 'em comin' for me an' nothin' but _this_ in my jeans ?" "Point that the other way, Billy--we'll see about a bigger one later.

We can't do anything to-night.