They can easy tell he's comin', for the fire eyes shows all the time an' not by fits an' starts as former.

As the bloo shimmer draws nearer they makes out the vague shadows of a man on a hoss.

Son, she's shore plenty ghostly as a vision, an' Enright allows later, it's no marvel the punchers vamoses sech scenes.
"'How about it,' whispers Peets; 'shall I do the shootin' ?' "'Which your eyes is younger,' says Enright.

'You cut loose; an' I'll stand by to back the play.

Only aim plenty low.