They'll have to revise the census returns before I'm done with this place.

Come on, now, I'm getting tired waiting.

I come to see a dance." "Hand over that horse, Delaney," said Annixter, without raising his voice, "and clear out." The other affected to be overwhelmed with infinite astonishment, his eyes staring.

He peered down from the saddle.
"Wh-a-a-t!" he exclaimed; "wh-a-a-t did you say?
Why, I guess you must be looking for trouble; that's what I guess." "There's where you're wrong, m'son," muttered Annixter, partly to Delaney, partly to himself.

"If I was looking for trouble there wouldn't be any guess-work about it." With the words he began firing.