The two dogs and five half-naked Mexican children spied him and scattered, the dogs coming at him full tilt, the children scuttling to the cabin.

Johnny swore at the dogs and they did not bite.

He followed the children and they did not stop.

So he came presently to the oak and roused Cliff, who came promptly to an elbow with a wicked looking automatic pointed straight at Johnny's middle.
"Say, for gosh sake! I been shot at twice already this morning.
What's the idea?
I never was gunned so much in my life, and I live in Arizona, that's supposed to be bad.

What's the matter with this darned place ?" Cliff tucked the gun out of sight under his blanket, yawned, and lay down again.