'Take a cha'r,' says Peets, as they walks in, an' Coyote camps down stiffly in a seat.

Peets crosses to a rack an' searches down a 8-inch Colt's.

Then he turns towards Coyote.
'This yere discovery annoys me,' says Peets, an' his words comes cold as ice, 'but now we're assembled, I finds that I've only got one gun.' "'Well, sir,' says Coyote, gettin' up an' limpin' about in his nervous way, his face workin' an' the sparks in his eyes beginnin' to leap into flames; 'well, sir, may I ask what you aims to propose ?' "'I proposes to beef you right yere,' says Peets, as f'rocious as a grizzly.

'Die, you miscreant!' An' Peets throws the gun on Coyote, the big muzzle not a foot from his heart.
"Peets, as well as Dan an' Texas, who's enjoyin' the comedy through a window, ondoubted looks for Coyote to wilt without a sigh.

An' if he had done so, the joke would have been both excellent an' complete.