"Can you shoot?"
"Ef you'll lend me your iron there a minute, I'll show you what I can do."
"It is dark now. There is no chance to show your skill. Wait till morning."
"Very well, don't forget. I've done some shootin', fur all I ain't used to Injins. But, I say, do you know the head feller of them Riflemen?"
"I'm very well acquainted with him."
"What sort of a chap is he?"
"Good deal such a man as I am."
"Haw! haw! great man to be the leader. Hope you're never taken for him, be you?"
"Very often—because I am the leader of the Riflemen myself."
"Get out," said the countryman, as if he expected to be bitten. "You can't make me believe that."