glanced hurriedly around the horizon and repeated the question with vehemence. "Where 'd you get him?"
"In th' groin, first. Then through th'—"
"I don't mean where, I mean where—near here?" interrupted Carter.
"Oh, fifteen mile east," answered Jimmy. "He was crawlin' down on a bunch of cattle. He saw me just as I saw him. But he missed an' I did n't," he gloated proudly. "I met a Pawnee scout just afterward an' he near got shot before he signaled. He says hell 's a-poppin'. Th' 'Paches are raidin' all over th' country, down—"
"I knowed it!" shouted Carter. "Yessir, I knowed it! I felt it all along! Where you finds one you finds a bunch!"
"We'll give 'em blazes, like th' last time!" cried Dad, hurrying away to the harness shop where he had left his rifle.
"I 've been needin' some excitement for a long time," laughed Dawson. "I shore hope they come."
Carter paused long enough to retort over his
