"Wal, boys, if I'd knowed we was in fer some fun I'd hev fetched more shells.

Only got one magazine full.

Mebbe them new .44's will fit my gun." It was discovered that the ammunition Jean had brought in quantity fitted Jacob's rifle, a fact which afforded peculiar satisfaction to all the men present.
"Wal, shore we're lucky," declared Gaston Isbel.
The women sat apart, in the comer toward the kitchen, and there seemed to be a strange fascination for them in the talk and action of the men.
The wife of Jacobs was a little woman, with homely face and very bright eyes.

Jean thought she would be a help in that household during the next doubtful hours.
Every moment Jean would go to the window and peer out down the road.
His companions evidently relied upon him, for no one else looked out.
Now that the suspense of days and weeks was over, these Texans faced the issue with talk and act not noticeably different from those of ordinary moments.
At last Jean espied the dark mass of horsemen out in the valley road.
They were close together, walking their mounts, and evidently in earnest conversation.

After several ineffectual attempts Jean counted eleven horses, every one of which he was sure bore a rider.
"Dad, look out!" called Jean.
Gaston Isbel strode to the door and stood looking, without a word.
The other men crowded to the windows.