"How's his poor tooth?" says I, and Dale explained he'd been clubbed.
Young O'Flynn rolled over, and went down smash, so that I had to kneel, and try if his heart was all right. It thumped along steady and give no sign of quitting.
"I had to," said I, "old Whiskers yonder is the widow's husband, and father to this boy. He's clear grit, Iron."
"Resting." I heard horses come thundering out of the dusk. "Robbers broke south?"
"Yep."
"Hev they grow'd wings?"
"Nope."
"Can't swim the Fraser?"
"Bottled?" said he, cheering up.