"Why, if the tops of yore heads were poked through two holes in a board an' I didn't know which was which, I'd shore make a mistake if I tried to name 'em" But Red had the last word.

"Anyhow, you didn't have a Sharp's in that fight--you had a .45-70 Winchester, just like mine!" Thereupon the discussion was directed at the judge, and the forenoon passed very pleasantly, Frenchy even smiling in his misery..