“You may feel that way now, Sol,” said Long Jim, “but you jest wait till the Injun comes at you fur your skelp. Then you’ll change your mind quicker’n lightnin’, an’ you’ll reach fur your gun, an’ blow his head off.”
“Reckon you’re right, Jim,” said the shiftless one.
Silent Tom stared at them in amazement.
“What’s the matter, Tom?” asked Paul. “Why do you look at them in that manner?”
“Agreed!” replied Silent Tom.
“What?”
“Agreed!”
“Agreed? Oh, I understand what you mean! Sol and Jim hold the same opinion about something.”
“Yes. Fust time!”
“Don’t you be worried, Tom Ross,” said Shif’less Sol, “I’ll see that it never happens ag’in.”