You was bleeding like a stuck pig." "Hold on, there, before you try to take my gun!" warned old Nueces River as Foy came to him for his gun, collecting.

"You got the big drop on me, Pringle, and I wouldn't raise a hand to keep Chris from getting off anyhow--not now.

But I used to be a ranger--and the rangers were sworn never to give up their guns." "How about it, Pringle ?" asked Foy, who had already relieved the sheriff and his satellites of their guns.

"He'll do exactly as he says--both ways." "I wasn't done talking yet," said Nueces irritably.

"But I'll let Chris take my gun, on one condition." "What's that ?" inquired Pringle.
"Why, if you ain't busy next Saturday I'd like to have you call around--about one o'clock, say--and kick me good and hard." "Let him keep his gun.