"Reg'lar swine." Parks looked graver still, and as he passed a handkerchief around the wounded man's thigh, said: "But I don't see where you got your pistols, and how you got out here." "Clinched, you know; sorter rolled over out here--and--and--oh, d--n it--don't talk!" "He means," said Shuttleworth still feebly, "that we--we--grabbed ANOTHER MAN'S six-shooter and--and--he that is--and they--he--he and me grabbed each other, and--don't you see-- ?" but here, becoming more involved and much weaker, he discreetly fainted away.
And that was all Buckeye ever knew of the affair! For they refused to speak of it again, and Dr.Duchesne gravely forbade any further interrogation.

Both men's revolvers were found undischarged in their holsters, hanging in their respective cabins.

The balls which were afterwards extracted from the two men singularly disappeared; Dr.
Duchesne asserting with a grim smile that they had swallowed them.* * It was a frontier superstition that the ball extracted from a gunshot wound, if swallowed by the wounded man, prevented inflammation or any supervening complications.
Nothing could be ascertained of the facts at the tienda, which at that hour of the day appeared to have been empty of customers, and was occupied only by Miss Mendez and her retainers.

All surmises as to the real cause of the quarrel and the reason for the reticence of the two belligerents were suddenly and unexpectedly stopped by their departure from Buckeye as soon as their condition permitted, on the alleged opinion of Dr.Duchesne that the air of the river was dangerous to their convalescence.

The momentary indignation against the tienda which the two combatants had checked, eventually subsided altogether.