The peg-leg cuss swore a blue streak an' flung the knife at him.

It went cl'ar through his body an' he fell on his face an' me standin' thar loadin' my gun.
I didn't know but he'd lick us all.

But Jack had jumped on him 'fore he got holt o' the knife ag'in.
"I thought sure he'd floor the boy an' me not quite loaded, but Jack were as spry as a rat terrier.

He dodged an' rushed in an' grabbed holt o' the club an' fetched the cuss a whack in the paunch with his bare fist, an' ol' Red Snout went down like a steer under the ax.
"'Look out! there's 'nother man comin',' the young womern hollered.
"She needn't 'a' tuk the trouble 'cause afore she spoke I were lookin' at him through the sight o' my ol' Marier which I'd managed to git it loaded ag'in.

He were runnin' towards me.