"An' then when the shootin' slacked--after I'd plugged thet big, red-faced, white-haired pal of Isbel's--" "Reckon thet was Blaisdell," interrupted Springer.
"Queen--he got tired layin' low," went on Somers.

"He wanted action.

I heerd him chewin' to himself, an' when I asked him what was eatin' him he up an' growled he was goin' to quit this Injun fightin'.

An' he slipped off in the woods." "Wal, that's the gun fighter of it," declared Colter, wagging his head, "Ever since that cowman, Blue, braced us an' said he was King Fisher, why Queen has been sulkier an' sulkier.

He cain't help it.