Here's a revolver for you.

I suppose they took yours.

Don't use it unless you have to." "Wait a moment!" called Hippy, as his mysterious friend started away.
"Haven't you forgotten something?
That 'snack' you promised to dig for." "Oh, yes.

Here's some dog biscuit for you, and--" "Dog biscuit ?" exclaimed Hippy.
"Hardtack.

You ought to know what that is," chuckled the stranger.
Hippy groaned.