He's gettin' wise pretty quick." "Euchre, you're going with me ?" queried Duane, suddenly divining the truth.
"Wal, I reckon.

Either to hell or safe over the mountain! I wisht I was a gun-fighter.

I hate to leave here without takin' a peg at Jackrabbit Benson.

Now, Buck, you do some hard figgerin' while I go nosin' round.
It's pretty early, which 's all the better." Euchre put on his sombrero, and as he went out Duane saw that he wore a gun-and-cartridge belt.

It was the first time Duane had ever seen the outlaw armed.
Duane packed his few belongings into his saddlebags, and then carried the saddles out to the corral.