"We was all comin' on the jump, 'n' so was the Injuns; 'n' it was purty long range 'n' nobody but lite could hit 'n Injun t' save his soul.

'N' Lite, he wouldn't shoot t' kill--he jes' kep' on nippin' an' nickin', 'n' shootin' a boss now an' then.

I wisht I was the expert shot Lite is--I'd shore a got me a few Navvies back there, now I'm tellin' yuh!" "Bud's got a bullet in his arm," Luck said, "but the bone wasn't hit, so he'll make out, and one of the pack-horses was shot in the ear.

We got off mighty lucky, and I'm certainly glad Lite didn't get careless.

Cost me about fifty dollars to square us as it is.