And in such a situation how-whatever could he do?
Bein’ quick upon the trigger Lyons did not stop to choose,
For a match was in his fingers, so he lighted up the fuse,
And dropped behind a boulder for to disabuse their aim,
When at him like a sheriff’s writ full dig the Injuns came.
He had timed the fuse so nicely that the ’Paches reached the rock
Exactly at the nick of the explosionary shock:
Bang! How the big rock busted as the powder gave a flare!
While a rain of stones and gravel went a-thunderin’ through the air.
It was four red Apaches who also had a rise,