Why, Lord, that fellar 's quicker 'n chain-lightnin'; I 've seen him onlimber more 'n once." "I-I reckon h-h-he won't be v-very likely ter l-let up on yer now, M-m-mister W-Winston," put in the young giant cautiously.

"H-he ain't ther kind t-ter fergit no sich d-d-deal." "Him let up!--hell!" and Hicks stopped suddenly, and stared behind.
"He 'll never let up on nothin', that fellar.

He 'll be down after us all right, as soon as he gits his second wind, an' Winston here is a-goin' ter git plugged for this night's shindy, if Farnham ever fair gits the drop on him.

He ain't got no more mercy 'n a tiger.

Yer kin gamble on that, boys.