Where's my--horse ?" The other silently reached him the loose rein, marking as he did so the quick, nervous peering this way and that, the starting at the slightest sound.
"Did ye say, Murphy, as how it wasn't Nolan after all who plugged the Major ?" "I 'm damned--if I did.

Who--else was it ?" "Why, I dunno.

Sorter blamed odd though, thet ghost should be a-hauntin' ye.

Darn if it ain't creepy 'nough ter make a feller believe most anythin'." Murphy drew himself up heavily into his saddle.

Then all at once he shoved the muzzle of a "45" into the other's face.