That is,"-- with tactful politeness,--"mother was wantin' a new skillet, and it would have been handy if you'd had one.

But"-- with an apologetic glance at his equipments--"if it ain't your business, it's all right, and no offense." "I've got a lot o' skillets," said the strange teamster, with marked condescension, "and she can have one.

They're all that's left outer a heap o' trader's stuff captured by Injuns t'other side of Laramie.

We had a big fight to get 'em back.

Lost two of our best men,--scalped at Bloody Creek,--and had to drop a dozen redskins in their tracks,--me and another man,--lyin' flat in er wagon and firin' under the flaps o' the canvas.