Lacy flung up his arms, and backed down out of view, but just beyond where he had stood, a gun barked from out the chaparral and a bullet crashed against the rock scarcely a foot from Brennan's head.
The latter answered it so promptly the two reports sounded almost as one, and then rolled back into shelter, laughing as though the whole affair was a joke.
"One ov Mike's little tricks," he chuckled, peering back at the shore, "I know the bark of that old girl.

Hope I pricked him.

That guy used to be a good shot, too, afore he got to drinkin' so much.

I reckon we're in fer a siege, Jim." Westcott extended his hand.
"It's mighty white of you, Dan, to stay by me," he said gravely.

"It's liable to cost you your job." "Ter hell with the job.