They was only twelve all told," excused Mr.Cassidy.

"An' then we was two," he explained, as he wished the collection of six-shooters was on Mr.Connors' horse so they wouldn't bark his shin.
"An we still are," corrected Mr.Connors, as they wheeled and galloped for Alkaline.
As the sun sank low on the horizon Mr.Peters finished ordering provisions at the general store, the only one Alkaline boasted, and sauntered to the saloon where he had left his men.

He found diem a few dollars richer, as they had borrowed ten dollars from the bartender on their reputations as poker players and had used the money to stake Mr.
McAllister in a game against the local poker champion.
"Has Hopalong an' Red showed up yet ?" Asked Mr.Peters, frowning at the delay already caused.
"Nope," replied Johnny Nelson, as he paused from tormenting Billy Williams.
At that minute the doorway was darkened and Mr.Cassidy and Mr.Connors entered and called for refreshments.

Mr.Cassidy dropped a huge bundle of six-shooters on the floor, making caustic remarks regarding their utility.
"What's th' matter ?" Inquired Mr.Peters of Mr.Cassidy.

"Yu looks mad an' anxious.