Still I keeps the artillery on him.

It's the innocence of the gun that holds Yuba spellbound an' affects his nose, an' I feels shore if I relaxes he'll be all over me like a baggage waggon.' "'Which I should say so!' says Jack Moore, drawin' a deep breath.

'You takes every chance, Dave, when you don't cut loose that time!' "'When Boone beholds me,' says Dave, 'annex his gun he almost c'lapses into a fit.

He makes a backward leap that shows he ain't lived among rattlesnakes in vain.

Then he stretches his hand towards me an' Yuba, an' says, "Don't shoot! Let's take a drink; it's on the house!" "'Yuba, with his nose still a peaceful gray, turns from the gun an' sidles for the bar; I follows along, thirsty, but alert.