“Two-Gun Tom of Texas,” says he to Tom Mulligan, “speak!”
“Death!” says Tom.
“Arizona Pete, speak!”
“Blood and Death,” says Pete Wilson, making his voice deep.
“Broncho Bob?”
“Blood, death, and fire!” says Bob Jones.
There was a solemn pause for a minute, and then I says, according to rule and regulation:
“And what says Dead-Shot Squint, the Terror of the Plains?”
He was very serious while one might have counted ten breaths, and then he pulled his jack-knife from his pocket and whet it on the palm of his hand, and tried its point on his thumb, and replied:
“He says death, and seals it with a vow!”