The dentist followed his example, swinging his pick with enormous force, splintering the rocks at every stroke.

Cribbens was talking to himself in his excitement.
"Got you THIS time, you son of a gun! By God! I guess we got you THIS time, at last.

Looks like it, anyhow.

GET a move on, pardner.

There ain't anybody 'round, is there?
Hey ?" Without looking, he drew his revolver and threw it to the dentist.