One day we was ridin' out, when a deer started up fifty rods ahead.

We both raised our guns and shot at him.

There was only one bullet into him, and I knowed that was mine." "How did you know it ?" inquired Joshua.
"Don't you get curious, stranger.

I knowed it, and that was enough.
But Jack said it was his.

'It's my deer,' he said, 'for you missed your shot.' 'Look here, Jack,' said I, 'you're mistaken.