“If I hadn’t thought of that,” replied Sneak, “I don’t know but I should’ve shot you through when I got up.”
“And I should never have blamed you for it,” said Joe, “if it had been done on purpose. Does it hurt you much now?”
“Don’t you see how its bleeding?”
“That’s gravy running out of your mouth, ain’t it?”
“Yes, but its bloody a little,” said Sneak, licking his lips.
“I shall have to sit up and sleep,” said Joe; “for my head’s so sore I can’t lie down.”
“I’m a going to lay my head on this stool and sleep; and I’m getting so drowsy I can’t set much longer,” said Sneak.
“All’ll be square between us, about breaking your tooth, won’t it?”
“Yes, I can’t bear malice,” said Sneak, shaking Joe’s extended hand.
“Oh me!” said Joe, “I shan’t be able to doze a bit, hardly, for trying to study out how the old musket came to kick me so.”