"We're not going to get out without swapping lead," McWilliams
admitted anxiously. "I wisht y'u wasn't hampered with that load,
but I reckon I'll have to try to stand them off alone."
"We bucked into a slice of luck when I opened on his bronc
mavericking around alone. Hadn't been for that we could never
have made it," said Missou, who never crossed a bridge until he
came to it.
"We haven't made it yet, old hoss, not by a long mile, and two
more on top o' that. They're beginning to pump lead already. Huh!
Got to drap your pills closer'n that 'fore y'u worry me."
"I believe he's daid, anyway," said Missou presently, peering
down into the white face of the unconscious man.
"Got to hang onto the remains, anyhow, for Miss Helen. Those
coyotes are too much of the wolf breed to leave him with them."
"Looks like they're gittin' the aim some better," equably
remarked the other a minute later, when a spurt of sand flew up
in front of him.
"They're ce'tainly crowding us. I expaict I better send them a
'How-de-do?' so as to discourage them a few." He took as careful
aim as he could on the galloping horse, but his bullet went wide.
"They're gaining like sixty. It's my offhand opinion we better
stop at that bunch of trees and argue some with them.
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