It's instinct," explained Shrimplin.
"'Singular,' says I, and out I jumps to have a look about.

I walked to the lamp-post, and then I seen what I hadn't seen before, that old man McBride's store door was open, so I stepped on to the sidewalk intending to close it, but as I put my hand on the knob I seen where the snow had drifted into the room, so I knew the door must have been open some little time.

That's mighty odd, I thinks, and then it sort of come over me the way Bill had acted, and I went along into the store in pretty considerable of a hurry." "Were you afraid ?" demanded Custer in an awe-struck whisper.
"I'll tell you the truth, Custer, I wasn't.

I own I'd drawed my gun, wishing to be on the safe side.

First thing I noticed was that the lamps hadn't been turned up, though they was all lit.