Get up on yore Clarinda an' hold th' fort for me," he ordered, pushing the farther horse over to his friend.

Mr.Connors proved that an agile man can mount a restless horse and not lose the drop, and backed off three hundred yards, deftly substituting his Winchester for the Colts.

Then Mr.
Cassidy likewise mounted with his attention riveted elsewhere and backed off to the side of his companion.
The bombardment commenced again from the corral, but this time Mr.
Connors' rifle slid around in his lap and exploded twice.

The bellicose gentleman of the corral yelled in pain and surprise and vanished.
"Purty good for a Winchester," said Mr.Cassidy in doubtful congratulation.
"That's why I got him," snapped Mr.Connors in brief reply, and then he laughed.

"Is them th' vigilantes what never let a man get away ?" He scornfully asked, backing down the street and patting his Winchester.
"Well, Red, they wasn't all there.