"'Now then, stranger,' says Tutt, 'if you-all has a'complished that
clerical work, me an' Dan will lead you to your meat. When you gets
to shootin', aim low an' be shore an' see your victim every time you
cuts her loose.'
"The Signal party takes it plumb gray an' haggard, but not seein' no
other way, he gets up, an' after stampin' about a trifle nervous,
allows, since it's the best he can do, he's ready.
"'Which it is spoke like a man,' says Boggs. 'So come along, an'
we'll hunt out this annihilator from Laredo an' make him think he's
been caught in a cloudburst.'
"Old Monte has spread a doubled blanket in front of the post-office;
an' as Tutt an' Boggs starts with their Signal party, thar's a yell
like forty Apaches pours forth from across the street.
"'That's Thompson's war yelp,' says Boggs, explainin' of them
clamors to the Signal party. 'Which it would seem from the fervor he
puts into it, he's shorely all keyed up.'
"As Doc Peets comes out a-leadin' of Texas, it's noticed that Texas
has got a tin cup.
"'Whatever's your gent a-packin' of that yootensil for?' demands
Tutt, mighty truculent. 'Is this yere to be a combat with dippers?'
"'Oh, no!' says Peets, like he's tryin' to excuse somethin', 'but he
insists on fetchin' it so hard, that at last to soothe him I gives
my consent.
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