It was like walking on your toes past a rattler curled up asleep somewhere, afraid you might spoil his nap.

Only Pop wasn't asleep." He sat up and reached his hand for a cup of coffee which Eddie was offering.

"Anyway, I had the fun of telling the old devil what I thought about him," he added, and blew away the steam and took another satisfying nip.
"He'll put them on our trail, I suppose," said Bud, biting into a ragged piece of bread with a half-burned slice of hot bacon on it.
"When he gets to the ranch he will.

His poison fangs was sure loaded when I left.

He said he wanted to cut your heart out for robbing him, and so forth, ad swearum.