"I told you to come—"
"Shut up!" roared Johnny, glaring at him. "Wish I had that new Sharps of mine!"
"Go an' get it, Kid. Yo're nimble," Pete responded. "An' bring up some of th' others, too, while yo're about it."
"But how long will this fight last, do you reckon?" the other asked, with an air of weighing something.
"All day with rifles—a week without 'em."
"Shore yo're right?"
"Yes; go ahead. There'll be some of th' scrap left for you when you get back."
"All right,—but don't you get that feller. I want him for what he did to me," and Johnny hastened away. He returned in fifteen minutes with two rifles and gave one of them to his companion.
"They're .45-70's—an' full, too," he remarked. "But I ain't got no more cartridges for 'em."
"How'd you get 'em so quick?"