Not--in no Injun--country." "I know it's tough," retorted Hampton, with exasperating coolness, his revolver's muzzle held steady; "but, just the same, it's got to be done.

I know you far too well to take chances on your gun.

So unlimber." "Oh, I--guess not," and Murphy spat contemptuously.

"Do ye think--I 'm afeard o' yer--shootin'?
Ye don't dare--fer I 'm no good ter ye--dead." "You are perfectly right.

You are quite a philosopher in your way.
You would be no good to me dead, Murphy, but you might prove fully as valuable maimed.