Of the four who were watching him, Betty seemed the least excited; it seemed to Calumet as he looked at her that there was some amusement in her eyes.
"Lordy!" said Dade as Calumet looked up at him, "how you scairt me! Was it you shootin'?
An' what in thunder was you shootin' _at_ ?" "A snake," said Calumet in a voice loud enough for Betty to hear.
"A snake! Holy smoke!" growled Dade in disgust.

"Wakin' people up at this time of the night because you wanted to shoot at a measly snake.
Tomorrow we'll lay off for an hour or so an' I'll take you where you can shoot 'em to your heart's content.

But, for the love of Pete, quit shootin' at 'em when a guy's asleep." Calumet looked up sardonically, not at Dade, but at Betty.

"Was you all asleep ?" he inquired in a voice of cold mockery.

Even at that distance he saw Betty redden, and he laughed shortly.
"A foxy snake," he said; "one of them kind which goes roamin' around at night.