She looked to me large and murderous. Cahoon expressed his admiration for her, so I said nothing.
“I’ll no be that badly off for something to fight with,” said McConkey, “when the time comes.”
“Do you mean to say,” I said, “that you’ve bought that weapon?”
“I haven’t her bought yet,” said McConkey; “but I have the money by me.”
“And you actually mean—” I said.
“Ay. I do.”
I looked at Cahoon. He was still studying the drawings of the gun.
“It’ll be queer,” said McConkey, slowly, “if she doesna’ land a few of them in hell before they have me catched.”
I turned to Cahoon again.
“Do you really think,” I said, “that he—?”