Jim, not to be outdone, thrust out his head and shoulders, and a ball whizzed beneath his arm.
"Too low!" he cried; "but now, I'll bet a quart o' whiskey you and I have shot together before."
"Your voice is familiar," answered the man, reloading. "Who are you, any way?"
"Jim Moore, from Snagtown, and, if I aint mistaken, you are Seth Williams?"
"Right, old boy. We've shot ducks together many a time. How d'ye do?"
"Pretty well," said Jim. "How are yerself and all the rest of the boys?"
"Excellent. What are you fellows following us for?"
"To keep you out o' mischief."
"How many you got?"
"Not quite seventy thousand."