The three of us searches every sign on the side of the hill and all to once Windy says: “I see a man. See that V-shaped pinnacle, with the point stickin’ out the side? Look right in below that. See him? Look—he’s movin’ around!”
Hashknife’s rifle jerks to his shoulder and shoots twice.
“My ——!” yelps Windy. “You’ve hit him! Some shootin’!”
“Come on,” snaps Hashknife.
We went down off that rock like three squirrels and went ducking and dodging straight for where we seen Snag, but there ain’t a bullet coming our way. We’re halfway across to the rock when we hears a gun, but Hashknife don’t stop.
The three of us went around the corner of that cliff, and there stands Snag Thorn with his back to us, and he’s nursing his right hand. Against the side of the cliff stands Mary Jane, her hair hanging down, her hat gone and her dress is all torn and dirty. Her face is as white as chalk, and I thought she might ’a’ got hit. Neither of them sees us, although Snag ain’t twenty feet away.
Then Snag says:
“I thought it was you. I seen yuh in town—just a glimpse, but I remembered yuh, and when your horse ran away with yuh——”
“Oh!” says Mary Jane, “I w-wish I hadn’t shot you—I—I——”
“I tried to find yuh in Frisco,” says Snag. “I lost the address and I— But it don’t matter, I reckon.”