I wouldn't wonder if they had some of Offut's whisky with them." The boys arrived in a cloud of dust and a chorus of Indian whoops and dismounted and hobbled their horses.

They came toward the workers, led by burly Jack Armstrong, a stalwart, hard-faced blacksmith of about twenty-two with broad, heavy shoulders, whose name has gone into history.
They had been drinking some but no one of them was in the least degree off his balance.

They scuffled around the jug for a moment in perfect good nature and then Abe and Mrs.Waddell provided them with the best remnants of the dinner.

They were rather noisy.

Soon they went up on the roof to help with the rafters and the clapboarding.