Mebbe you heard.

It was then I got hit.

Had to use up every shell in my own gun, an' they did, too, as I seen.

Rustlers an' Mormons, Jane! An' now I'm packin' five bullet holes in my carcass, an' guns without shells.

Hurry, now." He unstrapped the saddle-bags from the burros, slipped the saddles and let them lie, turned the burros loose, and, calling the dogs, led the way through stones and cedars to an open where two horses stood.
"Jane, are you strong ?" he asked.
"I think so.