CHAPTER XIII.
When Tutt first saw Tucson.
"An' speakin' of dooels," remarked the Old Cattleman, apropos of an anecdote of the field of honour wherewith I regaled his fancy, "speakin' of dooels, I reckons now the encounter Dave Tutt involves himse'f with when he first sees Tucson takes onchallenged preecedence for utter bloodlessness.

She's shore the most lamb's-wool form of single combat to which my notice is ever drawn.

Dave enlightens us concernin' its details himse'f, bein' incited tharunto by hearin' Texas Thompson relate about the Austin shootin' match of that Deaf Smith.
"'Which this yere is 'way back yonder on the trail of time,' explains Dave, 'an' I'm hardened a heap since then.

I've jest come buttin' into Tucson an' it's easy money I'm the tenderest an' most ontaught party that ever wears store-moccasins.

What I misses knowin' would make as husky a library,--if it's printed down in books,--as ever lines up on shelves.