"I ain't savin' what I felt, but old pink-and-white Percival was there, babe in the woods dependin' on me, and me covered by an Apache rifle!
"'How!' says I, throwin' it careless over my shoulder.
"There was a still second. Then the Injun answers, 'Huh!'
"Percy looked up, pleased and surprised.
"'Why, there's an Indian!' says he.
"'Go on with the game,' says I, cross. 'Don't stare at him—he has feelin's.'
"Percy got red. 'I beg your pardon!' he says to the Injun—then to me: 'What does he want?'
"I made up my mind Percy wasn't goin' to be scart if I could help it. If he had to go let him go quick, without waiting. They made me wait once, and while it didn't come to nothing, I don't think I should ever really care for it.
"'He wants to rassel me,' I answers. 'Great people for sports, Injuns, and curious how they go at it. He expects me to surprise him—let's see, how many have you got there?'
"I bent over, to get my legs loose, so I could jump, and also to get a quick peep at circumstances. There wasn't but the lone buck. I worked the cat racket. You know how a cat does? She sits still, thinkin' 'I'm goin' to move fast in a minute—I sure am goin' to move fast in a minute,' until she gets such a head of steam on, she's off before she knows it. That's just what I done, exactly. I was all over that Injun, kicked his gun out of reach and heaved him over the steepest side before you could say 'Keno.'