An' mebbe them Isbels didn't riddle him!" "That was when I got my crack at Bill Isbel," declared Colter, with grim satisfaction.

"When they shot my horse out from under me I had Ellen to think of an' couldn't get my rifle.

Shore had to run, as yu seen.

Wal, as I only had my six-shooter, there was nothin' for me to do but lay low an' listen to the sping of lead.

Wells was standin' up behind a tree about thirty yards off.