Their shooting had slackened.

Jean saw dark forms coming his way.
"Hello, Blaisdell!" he called, warningly.
"That y'u, Jean ?" returned the rancher, looming up.

"Wal, we wasn't worried aboot y'u." "Blue ?" queried Jean, sharply.
A little, dark figure shuffled past Jean.

"Howdy, Jean!" said Blue, dryly.

"Y'u shore did your part.