Then his foot touched the other side with nervous doubtfulness.

It slipped, and he felt himself falling--falling into all that he feared.

Fortner grasped his collar with a strong hand, and dragged him up against the rocky wall of the path.
"Thar, yer all right," he said, panting with the exertion, "but hit wuz a mouty loud call for ye.

Gabriel's ho'n couldn't've made a much mo' powerful one." "I've lost my gun," said Harry, regretfully, as soon as he could compose himself.
"Cuss-an'-burn the blasted ole smooth-bore," said Fortner, contemptuously.

"Don't waste no tear on that ole kick-out-behind.