You wouldn't hardly believe what happened." "Whole--eh--bunch drop dead from fright ?" asked McNeil, solicitously.
Moffat glared at him savagely, his lips moving, but emitting no sound.
"Oh, please don't mind," urged his fair listener, her flushed cheeks betraying her interest.

"He is so full of his fun.

What did follow ?" The story-teller swallowed something in his throat, his gaze still on his persecutor.

"No, sir," he continued, hoarsely, "them bucks jumped to their feet with the most awful yells I ever heard, and made a rush toward where I was standing.

They was exactly in a line, and I let drive at that first buck, and blame me if that slug didn't go plum through three of 'em, and knock down the fourth.