Three mawnin's ago, just after daylight, I stepped out the back door an' some one of these sneaks I'm talkin' aboot took a shot at me.

Missed my head a quarter of an inch! To-morrow I'll show you the bullet hole in the doorpost.

An' some of my gray hairs that 're stickin' in it!" "Dad!" ejaculated Jean, with a hand outstretched.

"That's awful! You frighten me." "No time to be scared," replied his father, calmly.

"They're shore goin' to kill me.