“Sawed it right out, and would have murdered me if I had not fled.”
“You dropped the Bible when you ran?”
“Yes, after snatching my scalp from his hand.”
“Well, Kill, I think maybe that yarn’ll pass. It’s not first-rate, but there are three men in the Committee who want my vote for claims of theirs, and I have an idea they’ll back us through thick and thin. My boy, don’t call me a prophet if we don’t snatch that Reservation before the session’s out. It looks to me like a sure thing.”
“I’d like to be as sure of something else I’m after,” said Smith, rather sadly.
“What’s that?”
“The M’Duffy girl.”
“You shall have her, Kill, you shall have her. The old lady has promised me, positively.”
“I thought so myself at first, but there is another man in the way now.”
“Who is he?”