It won't take more'n a minute.

There'll likely be some shells in the magazines." "Go on, Slim," urged Weary grimly.

"We've got to do something.

They can't do a thing like this--" he glanced down at Happy Jack-- "and get away with it." "I got half a box uh shells for my thirty-thirty, I'll bring that." Slim turned to go, stopped short and stared at the coulee rim.

"By golly, they're comm' over here!" he exclaimed.
Big Medicine glanced up, took off his hat, crumpled it for a pillow and eased Happy Jack down upon it.