I could hear a bird singin' twenty rod,--'twere that still.

Preston stood a leetle out o' line 'bout half-way betwixt 'em.

Up come his hand with the han'kerchief in it.
Then Jack raised his pistol and took a peek down the line he wanted.
The han'kerchief was in the air.

Don't seem so it had fell an inch when the pistols went pop! pop! Jack's hollered fust.

Clarke's pistol fell.