I know it sounds sorter cowardly, but that fellow 's a gun-fighter, an' he hed two Injuns with him.

Anyhow that wus my notion, an' as soon as Black Smoke went lopin' up the valley, I loaded up, an' climbed them bluffs, to whar I hed a good look-out erlong the north trail.

I laid out thar all night.

The storm come up, an' I mighty nigh froze, but snuggled down inter ther snow an' stuck.

When yer onc't get a killin' freak on, yer goin' through hell an' high water ter get yer man.