"After all what?" demanded the wrathful man, not at all relishing the eagerness with which the ranger took his threat.
"After all the dodgin' and sneakin' you've done when the reds war around."
"See here now!" exclaimed Jenkins, stepping in front of and confronting the ranger. "I want to know what you mean by that? That's a reflection upon my courage which I never intend to permit."
Dingle, concluding it best not to offend him at present, answered, "I meant the time you fell down so flat when the Frontier Angel fired her arrer at you."
"Do you know what made me do it, sir?"
"Oh! yes—I mind me now, you had a fit just then."
"Well, sir, don't let me hear anything more about that then; I have explained all about them fits, and you must remember."
"Wal, never mind, Jenkins, it won't do to git them now, coz why, if you do, when you come to again, you'll find you've cotched another kind of fits—wal, you will, ole feller."
"Do you s'pose, Dick, they'll watch us close?" asked Jenkins, in a tone so changed from his braggadocio style to that of earnest inquiry, that Dingle could not conceal a smile.
"Mighty clus, you'll find out. Howsumever, ef you tend to your business and mind what I tell you, you'll come out all right, I guess."