"Lemme sit hyar an' shoot the eyes outen this--lyin' pup of a Belllounds!...

Wade, put a gun in my hand--a gun with two shells--or only one.

You can stand with your gun at my head....

Let me kill this skunk!" For all Belllounds could tell, death was indeed close.

No trace of a Belllounds was apparent about him then, and his face was a horrid spectacle for a man to be forced to see.