I hopped out afore 'em an' Jack an' Buckeye on their heels.

The Injun had my ol' hanger.
"'Drop yer guns,' says I.
"The white man done as he were told.

I spoke English an' mebbe them two Injuns didn't understan' me.

We'll never know.

Ol' Red Snout leaned over to pick up his gun, seein' as we'd fired ours.