"Well, boys," greeted Jesse suddenly appearing among them.
"That was a clean up for sartin," answered Texas, grinning. "One of 'em come down here and Tony here picked him up. He was going to kiss the fellow, but we wouldn't let him. Ha, ha."
Tony went outside for a breath of fresh air.
"Tell us about it, Jess," urged Frank.
"There isn't much to tell," informed Jesse.
"The fools didn't even have pickets out. I managed to shove a stick of the stuff under the chief's wigwam—"
"Who, Great Bear?" interrupted Wild Bill.
"Yes. The rest of the stuff I distributed around where it would do the most good and crawling under a rock back of the village I let 'er rip."
"I should say you did," interjected Frank. "How many of them do you think you blew up?"
"I'll gamble my pistols that there isn't enough of that community left, if patched together, to make six whole men—maybe even less than that. It rained Indians and pieces of Indians for ten minutes steady. And you know a lot of redskins could rain down in ten minutes. What's left of them will never trouble Jesse James again. Eh, boys?"