And yet nothing but a wild delight could have set that glitter in his little eyes, just as nothing but a palsy of terror could have set his limbs twitching so.
"Who shot him from behind ?" demanded the giant.
"It wasn't from behind," croaked the bearer of ill-tidings.

"It was from the front." "While he wasn't looking ?" "No.

He was beat to the draw." "You're _lyin'_ to me," said Mac Strann slowly.
"So help me God!" cried Langley.
"Who done it ?" "A little feller.

He ain't half as big as me.

He's got a voice like Kitty Jackson, the school-marm; and he's got eyes like a starved pup.