Thar ain't a moment to lose an' Dan's hand goes to his gun.
"'Watch me stop him,' says Dan; an' as he does, his bullet makes rags of the Mexican's hand not a inch from the chicken's head.
"For what time you-all might need to slop out a drink, the onlookin' Mexicans stands still.

Then the stoopefyin' impressions made by Dan's pistol practice wears off an' a howl goes up like a hundred wolves.

At this Dan gets his number-two gun to b'ar, an' with one in each hand, confronts the tan-coloured multitoode.
"'That's shore a nice shot, Nell!' says Dan over his shoulder, ropin' for the congratoolations he thinks is comin.' "But Nell don't hear him; she's one hundred yards away an' streakin' it for the Red Light like a shootin' star.

She tumbles in on us with the brake off like a stage-coach downhill.
"'Dan's treed Chihuahua!' gasps Nell, as she heads straight for Cherokee; 'you-all better rustle over thar plumb soon!' "Cherokee jumps an' grabs his hardware where they're layin' onder the table.

Bein' daylight an' no game goin', an' the day some warm besides, he ain't been wearin' 'em, bein' as you-all might say in negligee.