He thought I had fallen deliberately in order to spill my water and go back for more.

This rivalry between us was a serious matter--so serious, indeed, that I immediately took advantage of what he had imputed and raced back to the spring.

And Jed Dunham, scornful of the bullets that were puffing dust all around him, stood there upright in the open and waited for me.

We came in side by side, with honours even in our boys' foolhardiness.

But when we delivered the water Jed had only one pailful.