"Then the hell of it begun.

She hired six Indians to tote the luggage, and we set out over the trail for your place.

'You're goin' to have a rest, Stampede,' she says to me, smiling so cool and sweet like you wanted to eat her alive.

'All you've got to do is show us the way and carry the bums.' 'Carry the what ?' I asks.

'The bums,' she says, an' then she explains that a bum is a thing filled with powder which makes a terrible racket when it goes off.