But one of his eyes seems t' hold a spark o' life, an' he fixes that on me.

An' he asks, weak-like: "'Say, Bill, what in tarnation is a fox ?'" The company looked at Bill fixedly; not reproachfully, but fixedly.

Then slowly the men began to take off their clothes, with the idea of turning in.

And Bill Jordan and Whitey started for the ranch house, for the same purpose..