as he drew a long breath. "Gosh! what a lot of excitement we are passing through out here! More than I experienced in all my life in New York."
"The West is the place fer stirrin' times, lad." Jack Rasco turned to his prostrate foe. "Wall, Stillwater, do yer think it war a trick now, tellin' yer ter look behind yer?"
The rascal answered with a groan.
"My head is split in two!" he cried. "Who struck me? What, that boy? I'll remember you, youngster, and some day" He did not finish.
"I ain't done with yer yet, Stillwater," said Rasco. "You war goin ter shoot me. I reckon turn about is fair play, ain't it?"
"Would you—you shoot me—now?" faltered the card sharp. At the bottom of his heart he was a coward.
"Why not?"
"I wasn't going to do it, Rasco—I was only—only scaring you."
"Thet's a whopper—made outer the hull cloth, Stillwater. Yer war going ter shoot me—an' I'm a-goin' ter be jess as accommodatin'," and on the sly Rasco winked at Dick who was much relieved to think the boomer did not really intend to carry out his bloodthirsty design.
