Ef he won't use it the blame is his'n, but that ain't no reason why I oughtn't to give him the _time_." "How long ?" "Wa'al, I reckon 'bout three minutes is 'nough fur a right good prayer.
Thar, he's shot ag'in, but I don't know whar his bullet went.

He's usin' up his prayin' time fast." Reed never altered his quiet, assured tone.

He reminded Dick of Warner, talking about his algebra, and the lad was impressed so much by his manner that he believed he was going to do as he said.

He began unconsciously to count the seconds.
"Time's up," said Reed at length, "an' that traitor is pokin' his head 'roun' fur another shot." He raised suddenly his long-barreled rifle, took a quick aim, and pulled the trigger.

A stream of fire poured from the muzzle, the figure of a man leaped from the bush and then rolled down the snowy slope.
"I give him plenty uv time," said Reed as he reloaded.