This remark was addressed to the guide. He nodded.
“And now we’ve got to look out for Apaches.”
“No ’Patchies hyar.”
“Yes, there are.”
“I know better. Never come inter this kentry. Too dry.”
“Well, there are Apaches prowling about now—that I know to be a fact.”
“Know more’n I do, then.”
“You bet I do. Hooray! three cheers for the man who can clean out a whole jail-full of prize-fighters; a tiger for the stoutest, smartest man in the world. I can thrash a jungle-full of gorillas, myself. I tell you. I’m the man that can’t be fazed, myself; and I’m the cock of the walk.”
“I’m sick of thet durned braggin’,” growled Simpson. “Heerd northin’ else sence I fust see’d yer.”
“And you are liable to continue hearing it, too.”