A hat waved and an excited voice bit off chunks of expostulation and asked for an armistice.

Then two hands shot up and Mr.Travennes, sore and disgusted and desperate, popped his head up an blinked at Mr.Cassidy's gun.
"Yu was fillin' th' hole up," remarked Mr.Travennes in an accusing tone, hiding the real reason for his evacuation.

"In a little while I'd a been th' top of a pile instead of th' bottom of a hole," he announced, crawling out and rubbing his head.
Mr.Cassidy grinned and ordered his prisoner to one side while be secured the weapon which lay in the hole.

Having obtained it as quickly as possible be slid it in his open shirt and clambered out again.
"Yu remind me of a feller I used to know," remarked Mr.Travennes, as he led the way to the hut, trying not to limp.

"Only he throwed dynamite.
That was th' way he cleared off chaparral--blowed it off.