Mr.Cassidy dissented from force of habit and returned to his station.

Mr.Travennes, who was sleeping late that morning, coughed and fought for air in his sleep, awakened in smoke, rubbed his eyes to make sure and, scorning trousers and shirt, ran clad in his red woolen undergarments to the corral, where he mounted his scared horse and rode for the desert and safety.
Mr.Cassidy, swearing at the marksmanship of a man who fired at his head and perforated his sombrero, saw a crimson rider sweep down upon him, said rider being heralded by a blazing .44.
"Gosh!" ejaculated Mr.Cassidy, scarcely believing his eyes.

"Oh, it's my friend Slim going to hades," he remarked to himself in audible and relieved explanation.

Mr.Cassidy's Colts cracked a protest and then he joined Mr.Peters and the others and with them fought his way out of the flame-swept town of Cactus Springs.
An hour later Mr.Connors glanced behind him at the smoke silhouetted on the horizon and pushed his way to where Mr.Cassidy rode in silence.

Mr.
Connors grinned at his friend of the red hair, who responded in the same manner.
"Did yu see Slim ?" Casually inquired Mr.Connors, looking off to the south.
Mr.Cassidy sat upright in his saddle and felt of his Colts.