Boone's passin' by as Yuba lets fly his taunts an' this piece of ordnance is in easy reach.

With one motion I secures it an' the moment followin' the muzzle is pressin' ag'inst a white pearl button on Yuba's bloo shirt.
"'"Bein' now equipped," I says, "this war-dance may proceed." "'I'm that scared I fairly hankers for the privilege of howlin', but I realises acootely that havin' come this far towards homicide I must needs go through if Yuba crowds my hand.

But he don't; he's forbearin' an' stands silent an' still.

Likewise, I sees his nose, yeretofore the colour of a over-ripe violin, begin to turn sear an' gray.

I recovers sperit at this as I saveys I'm saved.