He was so near that I hearn him draw in a slow, deep breath.

He stood still fur most a minute like that, black agin the red sky, and then he turned his hoss's head and jabbed him with his stirrup edge.
Jest as the hoss started they come a shot from somewheres behind me.
I s'pose they was some one hid in the lumber piles, where the street crossed the railway, besides myself.

The hoss jumped forward at the shot, and the feller swayed sideways and dropped his gun and lost his stirrups and come down heavy on the ground.

His hoss galloped off.

I heard the noise of some one running off through the dark, and stumbling agin the lumber.